Landscape is my religion….God in a green legend, I lean over the poolIn a testament of leaves. I dangle my twinkling mood Before me in a cool cave roofed with branchesAnd floored with a skin...

I think these movements and become them, here,In this room’s stillness, none of them about,And relish them all-until I think of whereThrashed by a crook, the cursive adder writesQuick V’s and Q’s in the dust...