magic

do you dream in rain?

or in flowerformed colors

made to shake the rain from

the pivoting of soaked palm fronds

dancing in the wind?

is it spoken with forgotten tongues?

nuzzled or danced or sung?

hardly begun,

cryptic and

illogical

and wept through canyons

that transform you into

something limitless...?

or never over?  aching unending that

crisscrosses your body,

until our ancient hands envelope the globe,

making a sail with curling fingers.

dovetail love into figures of infinity,

candlelight and soda straws strewn

in the wide-open country,

an offering to hawks, to insects and air