Dream walker

I opened the world at the edge of a London plane the meeting place of air, fire and a robin’s song It stretched its throat into a branch calling for me to join in holding the falling sea

Gasping for air, I bloomed in a red, blue fire and grew—into a palmate leaf– and flew, catching the wide blue breath

Freed I drew winds in waves of sea— Like Hokusai until I ran Out of words— falling Parched and brown

I crashed inside a death too green to hold the sea

With only eyes for leaves I drank tears and held the sea