REVISED Thursday 18 May:
In dreams I swim
through crowded pools.
I am infinitely malleableand invisible; transparent
as this light, falling
on the paving stones.A scarred and scrawny
squirrel scolds me
from the lilac tree. Why?What have I done, or left
undone, that has offended
you? The feeder is full, waterpours from the fountain.
Solomon’s seal curves
gently in the shade.My life is an empty gourd.
What more must I do?
Original beneath the cut.
Original version:
In dreams I swim
through crowded pools. I am made
of some clay-like substance,infinitely malleable and invisible;
transparent as this light, falling
on the paving stones. A scarredand scrawny squirrel scolds me
from the lilac tree. Why? What
have I done, or left undone,that has offended you?
The feeder is full, water pours
from the fountain. Solomon’sseal curves gently in the shade.
My life is an empty gourd.
What more must I do?
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