Crabbed Dreams and Sweet Woods Wheeling
Crabbed branches, silvered, 'neath the moon
Old sandals, dozen, parting soon.
Dead dragons rotting on the sand,
Lead wagons wheeling, far from land.
Great marlin roaring on the shore,
Old tiger sighing, evermore.
Dreams and waves and lives and heroes,
Procession rough and cold, sublime,
Roars and sighs and silent sadness,
Strolling far out into time.
Sweet water drowning through the stones,
Cold sword ferns drinking, roots and bones,
Fogbanks fingering the deer,
As weasels, tensing, disappear.
Old raven, watching from the pine,
A grosbeak shrilling, 'this is mine.'
Woods and streams and earth and mountains,
Silent living in the hills
Fears and joys and close ambitions,
Birth and death flow by in rills.
Wheeling gulls sigh sorrow's croon,
Watching bobcat drowned a loon.
Bones and crows and heroes' hearts,
Tigers, wagons, marlins, darts.
Feed the heart on living tune.