Sycamore Revelations

Swallows

Sycamores.

Do you know

That elephants worship Moon?

The small birds of the Rivanna dive

And clutch to one another in the air

Tumble down

Softly to the lush grass.

Is this worship also?

Heaving and cleaving. 

How could it not be? 

The air comes apart in ecstasy 

for this love making

This god-making

And falls around my ears

I can feel it wet in my curls

The way the green-hued wind speaks

Of cool wet air

The way tendrils of thought

Dive also on the breeze and ripples

And clutch also to one another.

And cleave also to one another.

Of what do we give thanks

In the sunlight heat and chilled air of carnal spring?

A cathedral of trees carves out

A Darkness for us 

and bears witness to the 

Sacred grasping and gasping

Of our thousand, thousand hearts.

Gratitude like sunlight needles

Piercing everything.