A Canadian River is raining over my garden
Reminding me of gulls and unendless green track
For the racing winds of a flat land –
So vast and so far from me, yet so pleased
To unroll homely fields and
Give off the scent of the same old soil -
That has the energy of the offsprings of Gaya.
Lettuce screensaver replaced by sweeter colorful
August largesse of a favorite garden
Burning under a Southern blue-flamed still familiar skies:
Have you sent back a tiny drop of a tear
Over the mighty wings of the racing winds,
So they speeded back gaining might,
Reaching home far before your day?
Just a hint of a droplet speeding round the earth,
Binding it like a belt of all starry nights of a younger eternity,
And, then finding the special time-fall in the space -
Coming down like a
Roaring riverful of freshness, setting fire and fever to zero,
Breathing hope for a green field scorched by the sun...