Stand Again

After Beltane
In days meant
For visions
For inspiration
I cannot tire
Of walking through sea foam
Or the devil’s porridge
That thrives
On troubled ground
Where I keep spotting bumblebees
And wonder if they’ll make it
Like so many dreams
With this year’s frogs
Arriving at dawn

In a clearing of compassion
I’m blinded
By a band of pewter
Around a cloud
Backlit by the sun
And I know I can’t
Be pulled down
With the buddleia cones
In the rain so
I let the tree lady
Teach me how
To stand again
Crush stones
Blunt thorns
How and when they come
And I let her
Wash my bones
Clean in a milk lit pond
Holding up
May’s moon of flowers