The Sunlight shone, the trees expressed a joy

For Kathleen McLeod

The Sunlight shone, the trees expressed a joy
beyond words. I observed the occult power
of her language, how the bodies lower
themselves on the horizon. Does the noise

of spheres affect us here? Are we the toys
of gods? She is the dew that gives the flower
water. See how the trees rise up to tower
over the land? When I was a young boy

I rode the bike barefoot, I picked the red
and purple berries from the vine, I moved
with laughter in the rain. The birds had said

something in the hazy morning, what you give
to me is beyond words. I feel the colored
stones you wear and wonder if it's love.