Elemental I

Roam with me
through this night’s forest
where the gods are tiny lights
exploding their volume of stars

Taste with me
wild spirits, minerals
leaping to our tongues when
more than rain
strikes their fleet stones

Grab the billowed branch
as though for salvation,
you whose eyes
are rivers slick with soap,
melt of avalanche snows

for where we go
by nocturnal scroll
only the Cloudman knows
when we’ve passed sombre darkness
and rolled ourselves, elemental,
in the flour-prayers of sky

 

© J. Celan Smith