Fertile insects, fertile swarms
Saffron as catkins –
Tulips in the sun ring their clapper-pistils
Sound the red and yellow Masses
Wisteria as a tree
Bends to eternity,
Small purple buds and blossoms dangle from the wrists –
Cloud-battlements are fortified with burning bolts
White pines lurch and stagger
Wander at will
Invisible inside an old religion,
Hyssop, thyme and sage
Humble in the pews
Genuflect without knees
And where the plantain grows
The wounds of God coagulate
(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may visit Pavel's website at http://www.greyowlpress.com.)
