This is the contract between light and dark,
day and night.
Each accepts when the world belongs
to the other.
This is day’s time, we know no sleep,
the sky are giddy with it.
Touched by the hand of Midas, everything
turns to gold:
Common cats-ear, bird’s-foot trefoil
The sun’s monstrance gilds the high garden,
the cherry tree.
A prayer big enough to cover our best selves.
From The Other Side of Longing, a collaboration with Lisa C.Taylor
Published by Arlen House, 2011