18 July 2009

This my greatness, my darkening hour

Take to tongue mind's lotus flower.

Treat my thoughts as if twere art -

I offer to describe my heart.

This my greatness, my watching eye

By which in girl I see the sky.

And in trilled stream a Monet wrought

I offer majesty to nought.

This my greatness, my open wound

The honesty of fancies ruined.

To disavow what's not been said

I offer up my greatest dread.

This my greatness, my letting go

My standing in the falling snow.

Or forest run on sunlit day

I offer not to mark the way.