Sculpting Earth

Raw clay of the hours presses into form

On an unseen frame,

Conceiving motion from the reach of limbs

Extending joints

Earth shouldering its trees

Arms raised like questions

Fingers spreading leaves

Played upon by wind 

Thus wind moves the darkness

Far beneath the sight,

Opposite of upward leaves drinking green

Are downward skeleton fingers white

Gripping to the dark clay,

Wind on green leaves answers the questions of trees

Gentles the fears

The motion of leaves

Reaching knowledge of wind

To the white fingers

Holding clay—

The reach above

Sculpting earth below.

                                                                                    June 15, 2012