Thoughts form, find expression through pain of the poet
I saw for myself
The dark swishing of the palm leaves
Molested by the rowdy sea-air.
The Dark earth swelled up
In unbelievable pain of a new birth
The head of the sapling
Broke the skin of dirt.
A deep thought swelling in my soul
Pierced like death
The blue light of dawn caught it in a jeweled net
Of sunlight, of dew, and trembling petals.