Druidism

I know not what veils me today
since the day is of sun upon meadows and backs
and the whole light is detained
within the skin of air…
To my eyes comes, I know not from where
a diluted month of packs, of unuttered howls
and other silences with glow but
within shadows retained
beyond the moonlight…
Has time ran upon the water
by now arrived where the moment feels it
returning from the blackthorns
so sweetly whisper?
I go and hold a tenderness with traits
of a hound. We both stop, neither tired
nor amorphous, but resolved, merely
to breathe…
And it is good, to finally plunge into the natural clarity
of simply
being…

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