Magdalena Ball #46 - Soul Clap

soul clap

    for Kit, on the occasion of

there’s no boat 

the island no country

roads peter to glades

glades to graves

which could be heaven 

or gentle hell

depending on weather

the artist colony 

your corporate body

remains in perpetual youth

gathering loose cells

words like insects

blind with need

bound in time’s honey

perception past

passing, or to come

cohere 

bind, cling, fuse

grow

into song 

the golden bough 

your woods

this is the gift

from one microorganism 

breathing out carbon

otherwise scattered, lost

to be found here

in this space whole

pulled in, collected 

and shared