When

When thoughts run straight
From minds and hearts into the listening air,
When the sky strikes a light
and springs to sudden fire.

When the world grows to a
hot-glowing leaf-veined net
Of starred, warm-fleshed thoughts,
joined by a multitude of cobblestoned,
wildwandering grass-singing paths.

Our blown-away, wing-lifted,
peeping, shadowsliding,
sunny-side-up,
hide-and seek selves
travel along these far-flying paths.
We walk with soft-stepping,
dancing-light, throbbing-blood,
bright-laughing, lovely-tripping feet.

We sing our journey
in a torrent of quick-flighting
Milk-splashing words
Shining like coin-dappled light
On running, babbletongued creeks
Wheeling and turning
Moving on and on
Like a one minded
Many souled flock of starlings
A shimmershoaled ball
Of moon-tided fish
A thunderflying
Rock-rumbling
Buck-farting
Herd of wind-wild horses.

When words can talk
And set their own pace
Can open up
Grow comfy
Settle in slowly
Sit on night-darkling
Gentle-washing water
And widen
Into big, bird-stepping
Floating-away
Beautiful
Sweet-blossomed
constellations