Poem 136: In the Patterns

in the patterns
of whether or not
rapt then unwrapped
in stone
the image pre-seeds itself
and proceeds from self
to knock on would,
or what if,
in the process
and weathering
of maybe.

and yet in the heart,
clouds and hypothesis
are formed this way
sun in the stone
rain in the face
hale in the spirit
as tulips scythe
the wind
and breathing flame
from its blood
the dragon stem
splits the reed
voices spew forth
you cannot go back.

to this landscape
of contrasted metaphor
that loves the echo
of echo sealed
within Ariel boundaries,
ands so loss and gain
are resolved on this highway,
so love this road
as enemies are few
and far between
the points of departure
and they wave
to your distant flowering
of silent music

and in the sound
of the echoing grass,
a single blade,
employed to
cut away everything
that is not love.
and the corners of
your eyes hold
arcs of soft fire.