Apricity
Gather up memories
of when the earth was freshly
born, when lakes covered deserts
of when the earth was freshly
born, when lakes covered deserts
and deserts carried grains
of sand into volcanic seas
and trees sang to each
other, contralto, a rushing wind
through leaves and grasses,
and time split open like a fallen egg.
Gather cloud-washed dragonflies
and hurricane lamps
swarmed with lightening bugs
winking, winking
while a lighthouse steeples
over subterranean mountains.
Gather seeds to scatter
in a barren meadow filled with the scent
of future wildflowers. Gather orchestral
music and emptiness;
spy the luthier’s hand
forging vessels and bowstrings.
Gather me and you,
should you choose to love me.
Gather our children
and our children’s children.
Gather time, the broken yolk, and soak
it with grasses and golden deserts.
