Artemis
Firm on the night wind as summer flows
past old beginnings, the full moon ruffles trees
canopying my creek; its presence grows
upon natural things: Presence that sees.
You I yearned bright forever, while brief years
prodded me toward one-willed enterprise—
this paying you frail homage at our frontiers
that gave me to engage this earth, these skies
when the noetic mind seeks to embrace
your otherness, untamed by calendars
counting, counting, or the sheer size of space
or the vast incredibleness of stars.
