in clear water
my feet
bread and wine—
this becoming of all
that is broken
crushed down
the olive branch
of sonship
almost full
this rite of passage
by moonlight
autumn light . . .
outlines of life blur
at the edges
leaf fall
head over heels
with the mundane
autumn tones—
panning eternity
from all this
all this
what is it
the word
o lifeblood moon!
you desevour undividering 
russet leaves—
a dream in spring