Wind Dance

I've taken to writing on bathroom walls

to talking at length with raccoons

            to waking

                   spitting honey through my teeth

and one breath ferments

all the bees to buzz wildly

and shine their backs gold in the sun.

I've taken to painting color streaks

up and down my bedroom walls

I've taken to climbing oaks and elms where the cold city

          wakes

and screaming across the roof-tops

and screaming across the iron.

I've taken to climbing to chimney tops

               and watching.

So cover me in light and sun, spray this space with yellow--

cover me in earth and dirt

let the seasons dance a hundred harvests over me

  and break my stalks

      and scatter my corn;

            let my dreams

fall like

       white seeds

                 to the brown.

I've taken some dose, some taste, some breath

fresh in the daytime

the words leap from books

                      and make staircases

               in shafts

       of morning sunlight

the

the grass grows.

And the clouds swell.

   And the clouds tear.

       And the clouds weep.

So let the world turn. 

Let the world turn crazy.

Let the spine crack when it's kicked and the eyes cry

let the moon waltz a million feet over fields and towns and harbors

let rain fall

              gulls fly

                    and puddles grow

                        and let it all grow

let it all breathe.

Let it all sing and let it all dance

           let it all whirl like wind

                           billowing hair

                    billowing trees

             billowing grass, sand, fire;

billowing waves of an

ocean

dark

     rippling

                back;

billowing every leaf

stirring every soil

and leaving nothing untouched

so

           we can dance.