Burrow

Between the rustling, turning oak leaves
In your fingers from the spine
with each and every page we see
This heart of yours for mine
Dripping from the rusty pipes
That drained the old Red Sea
And the tender shepherd heart that
sang to David on his knees
Open fields and pastures wild
This starry-eyed, driven drummer child,
Asks if one day we can walk the stars,
Your hand pressed into mine.

Underground the waters ring
With a silver clarion call
While the clouds put on their airs and
Dance, twirling a whooshing sound
The trees like the jazz the rustle
snaps and join the autumn's dance
The sidewalk on the street pulses
with beat of sunshine warming down
inside with the constancy of tides,
in, out, wash over me
in the subway spaces that I breathe
indwell this deeply burrowed heart
Like a mole in his hill
Fill the yard with soil
that the flowers would grow
And pluck us from our pride
Teach us to let things go

Like the trees give out their clothes
To dress the earth for snow
Or the blackberry vines set up their stands
At every highway's bend
Teach us to be humble,
Like our beloved friend the mole
Living closely with the dirt and grass
In this awe-filled world of yours.