its those goat feet and those blackberries
its those moments when reading your poetry
that

I

hold

my

breath

it is the numinous certainty
of the world as you see it and I see it

its your heart that make these worlds open
those words
trapped in golden amber, hardened
filled with manifest moments
of love and fear

I can see more clearly
that world,
that one word,
the pearl of great value
I can feel on my tongue
luminous
until its nacre dissolves
as a flame on my lips
and I speak those words
blackberry, blackberry, blackberry

*** I have been reading E.E. Cummings, as well as many other poets in the past few weeks – Robert Hass’ beautiful poetry – his Meditations at Lagunitas is one of my favorites.