A practical label; for the time and the place
That surrounds the beautiful cusps of sleep
Around the time of awakening
Again today such stirrings
Collaborations of line and image, half sounds
Forces, exuberance; sense of a distillation process
Unable to fathom, unable either to entirely recapture
Instead to write of trees and grapes, of soft warm skin
Heavens scent, chased wildly through open vineyards
This poem is from the collection
