Darkness Covered
The water that’s in the harbor.
Mother Mary was on the way to the lilies, snails and beavers.
She said to stop for a moment and I did.
Without speaking
I wondered.
Her suggestion was:
Its not necessary.
To chuck sad dream into the water.
But let it wait behind the tree.
Alright already.
I left it.
Probly sprinkled with sap and needles by now
In the dark.
Cause I did what she said.
Apparently, I can pick it up when I sleep
And mind waking hours carefully.
Tending here and now.
Dreaming reality.
Breathing form into life.
I do that too.
Buttercups and vetch are up.
Stick your nose here and stay a while.
Ooooooooo. The snails like the beaver stumps.
Cutie pie! You gonna be open tomorrow around 2? Yeah.
Hey little Darlin’ won’t you marry me? We’ll live in the hollow of an old oak tree.
Those drops ain’t from cryin.
