Poem 110: Cloud Dancer

I once knew a man

who walked at the speed of light

and loved as slowly and surely

as the grass growing green

so rainbow green and fresh as fire

the love of this sun making well-wisher,

a harlequined wheel of night stealing

and rain making darkness

turning for the cloud dancer

and his castle of echo and flying mist

soft as a sea fall of sand

to spell and welcome the split second rule

that rolls an age of desert tides

to print, track, cover and call

the man who walks at the speed of light

and loves.