Maybe I will discover your name
I will shout it, shout slowly
I will blend it with a select variety of grape
Will slurp it down, roaring and moist of spirit, of breeze
Maybe I will whisper a psalm to the seaweed
Will suck it out of rocks sweating in the light, their legs dangling in water.
Maybe I will rip silence out of it
Leave it in the belly of a cicada, and from out of the landslide of its voice
Your name will rise utterly human,
Filling life with sweetness.
Maybe I’ll reveal desperate passion to the rose
Sprout grief in the soil, and with the easy knowledge of Spring
It might flower
And out of the shudders of an unpruned garden I will shout ”Come, it’s dinner soon”
Just speak to me, speak like the seasons, speak to me like rain,
Maybe then I will understand the immortal song of mortals.