Night
falls and a sacred panic arises
As
eyes sense what’s missing,
brain
whispers the descant to a cedar’s cry,
wrapped
in the grip of a climaxing flame
the
interring meadowlarks swing through the fazing haze
searing
spin of mortals fans the flame
pixie
dust on trial, pop the seeds and eggs
a
motherly caress, crest of all latency
the
crestfallen cedar now fills the air and time
As
fingertips long to feel
ears
fill with silence in the suspense of ash and pines
roots
now parted, as night roots anew
