Penned by incensed oaks we ritely slip
cloak skins to dive riverwind,
stallion-style riding free mile after mile
after nightspeed mile star-grazing leafy sea greens,
sticks and stems hemmed beneath and between
feathering wet petal, shale shell and frail husk
by phantom touch
secretly sampling other life--yet not too much
until running out of brother sun's screen;
pearls admiring their sire in ghost-fire sky
spur one and all by Well-trained hand
to turn and burn home to stall land
of stone and tree, earth eyes see,
fair flesh, bare bone, bubbling blood
pulsing with the same nameless craving
grave-birth to birth-grave
urging Life beyond where and when
as Nature intends
surging upward on and on until finally
root mirrors peak
conscious, complete--
anchored again as women and men
we break the sacred circle and seek.