Strange Harmony

 

It is a joy--      to sink into earth      covered in a patina of salt-sweat.      Kinetic energy.      leaving footprints in culverts,      a tussle of slapping cornstalks,      airs concussed by hammer blows,      the camaraderie of workers boots             congregating for gas-station lunches,      moving through like wind:            Invisible but affecting anything	It is a joy--     to slide through     greased with moneyed palms     surrounded by the tension of     Potential energy:     opened doors, idling     cars, pulled out     seats, clockwork precision set     with a center of stillness,     moving through like sunlight:       drawing all eyes without touching a thing
There is a comfort--      in a body greedy for sleep,      dreamless and engulfing a body      that knows where its muscles are	There is a comfort--      in the swish between silk sheets,      swimming in the twilight sleep      of oceans and lavender
It is a blessing--      to eat sunshine      and breathe out chlorophyll	It is a blessing--      to eat words      and send back the crusts

It is a strange harmony

of evergreen and hardwood 

scaling up the mountain,

the breeze blowing all branches