God
Digging the clouds being foaled
By her fresh yellow sun
And baby-blue ocean
Lies on her back
In her green young fields,
Inspired by shapes, wobbling
Out of her heavens.
Hears the lowing and mewling,
The bellow and roar,
The thrum of the wings,
The squeak and the grunt,
The sonorous songs in the flash
of the waters
The songs of the night
strummed
on the lyres of legs
Invents poetry
Under a cloud becoming
The first great beast.
(from Medicine, Foothills Publishing, 2017)