Stone Hefter in High Winds (at Jack’s farm, Western Easter) 

 Maybe my mind is lost 
holding the lamb 
held 
by holding the lamb -  

hope and despair 
not so different 
after all - 
as symptoms of alive  

fingering rocks
in pockets 
words 
accrued structures  

layers 
of meanings 
“Go on” 
Stone Hefter  

Living Tree 
Breath Brother 
Sighted Singer
no division  

only specular, 
complex, 
complicated processes -
birds, soil  

plants, mammals 
always skies 
everywhere in light 
or what is darkness for?  

he said, 
let there be...
and there is 
in beginnings  

the words
ends and means 
roots to branches 
seed to flower  

quarks to organum
charging inspired
bodies 
carbonated sparks  

in the high winds