Have you ever been on a mountain
with the wind blowing
the grasses and patches of wildflowers
and the sky dark and heavy
as grapes on vines
and the sun shining bright making one cloud
glow golden among the black
as if god came down with a beard and staff
and said that one cloud shall be golden
and you, one girl among the flowers and grasses
and the whole damn universe, shall see it?
And have you stood on a rock, the wind blowing
through your brain, blowing in flowers and the sun
and one thought? You are so damn deeply in love.
