Allways

Over silence worlds are spoken
spinning round these sounds so fiercely
under crawling tides the moon wakes
bravely seeking forward motion
always
all ways

Over silence words are spoken
weaving round these forms so sweetly
under crawling tides, the Moon's wake
bravely seeking constant motion
all ways
always

Earth above Moon
water reaching down,
yearning to wet the dust,
weeping because
grace is such beauty and
grit has oceaned the pearl to be
always all ways

(Nov. 20, 2000; sleeping by the side of the road, off in the woods,
I awoke before dawn to the sight of the moon overhead, weeping with joy.)