Sleeping Outside Near Willow Creek
A poem
Dawn begs earth
to stay
Through vowel
spirit enters
in consonant the soul
river’s primal speakers
bind breath to flesh to bone.
Grey brittle stars
the small cloven hooves
of morning.
Between the lifting
of the eyelid
and the glance
a speck of dust
descending
arising.
Meister Eckhart says
The creator has no within.
What needs doing gets done somehow
dance doing it beautifully.
The plant oracle says
Nature responds with no arrangement or forced effort.