Landscape with Humans

’twas the daybreak of change
like every other,
woman, or man, closing their eyes
to see

the utterance of earth, the wind
with its memorial recusations
as though, through the long stretch
into air, the mother, childfull,
were opening her unrefusing arms

stones claimed faces
while woman, or man, thinned
into meeting,
not each other, but Elsewhom,
the marvellous breath
that could warm space with peace

a touch on a toe, the soft
bargain with dirt, as hands
removed snails from stepways,
and treeglow
sang its promise of seeds

and all it took
was release
to absorption in dawn’s

limbic dreams


© J. Celan Smith