Waking Secondary

This our first step into the light
all heavy slinking mists aside
the waking secondary
a vigor made of grasses and gains

these the untiring mighty threads
of a song unwinding through thick woods
where a spirit skiff
on evergreen and thistle brings

an offer of wholeness
and the air is spent in somersaulting
half-made heats and sluicing rains
that tell an ancient legend

rains that reinvent the shape
of the audible world
regressing to first principles
erasing inventories

forgiving the investigative
indiscretions of reason
rummaging under steep battlements
after the sumptuous ache

that is significance unpossessed
or a struggle with thunder
kept in preserve deep within
the saturations of the mind...