Summer’s path is drenching me

with water from a sprinkler      like a child

      (I remember her       with no fixed ideas

as yet       despite the yes/no       of rooms

      as summer turned one year into      another year

leaving behind severest shadow)

Above me, clouds welcome blue noise

      then scatter     across roads beaches reefs

                 the nearby gulf
My own sap wants to touch this terrain

to dig and delve in fallow       clod fissure

      to be this dell defile wadi       vale cave

cwm gulch chamber       rift cup gully

      pucker       abyss

I’m dribbling sand      from the cunt of the world

into the light of the smiling sky

      fingers       of the rain
Let me be breached       by moving dust

oxygen blowing on the hearts of trees

      the salad and swamp       of this small location
Let me live like a cloud      everywhere       instead of

sprouting breasts like shame      on this rock

of a body      whose openings hide too many

      words that must be spoken

into the gaps      or rescued from my mouth

      even my history       as it tries to close on time
I’m ready as morning’s mortal pulse

      ardent and walking      along summer’s path

I’m breath      I’m air       plant       and ocean

      vapour       nitrogen       carbon dioxide

xylem bark and pith       stigma style ovary

       cockle clam whelk       ears of seaweed

I’m not       unfaithful to       the world
     If there was an original language for this

it might sound like      air as it moves across

      the tongue      teeth       the lips

into      all the beautiful       voids