How great the wind to bend the glass
Of windows where in windless room
I lay upon a list of tasks and dream!
What praise deserves the holy weight of ground
That from the smallest crack in cityscape
Does life explode in furry stalks and blades
Like warmer for the idle hand of God.
The earth supports my dance. Its water swims me on.
My daydream sings through me a soundless song.
