Until I call your name
you speak with glass voice
make my words into blank parchment
The dry trees crackle with
unconscious blossoming
Conscious of sand in eyelashes, rock shifts and creaks
It echoes dust
Will your stone cold bed prevail?
Direct descendent, indirect lineage
Your eager fingers grasp and clutch
life measured in cornstarch coffeespoons
And how to calculate the weight of feathers, weight of gold
You unravel dusty half-deserted sheets
Will your stone cold bed prevail?
Call of frogs and gulls, of meditation bells
It spreads through the sky like locusts
Fate smiling widely beckons