The Trees Have Been My Friends

The trees have been my friends.

When oblivious businessmen
go to their upscale gyms and afterwards
clink their glasses of red wine
together over steak dinners
I will be able to say
I was nestled in a house of impoverished people
where I dreamed the ancient dreams
of the microcellular arrangements
from a very long time ago
and there beside it,
though not in sterile air conditioned
air,
there, on the stagnant outskirts of an
industrially polluted city,
there the trees have still come to live
and the trees,
the trees still loved me,
the trees still loved them,

and the trees have been my friends.

Visions In Brazoria

In the woods by the river
spirits trailed me that night
from outside the tent
where we slept on tall grass
under oak trees
I was made to dream
into the air, into the future
a planet of limestone temples
you would leave me
you would leave my heart
all this would change

The rivers turned to floods

and on another planet
very far across the stars
we would love again
in a tent on pastureland
under gray drizzly skies
by a river

how we are made of soil
how our lips carry such
rich information
how they make us as microbes
and colossals in all-continuing
forms