THE CHERRY TREE

Between two days

the cherry tree has become weighty

with a frothing of flowers;

and stands  -  a clasp of natural elements

pinned between a fog of particles

and the mind building it (building us both):

the laser-light of consciousness forming

a spectrum out from the prism of the poet.

I stand,

between the cherry tree and a deeper part of myself

(that is the deepest part of everything);

witness to the eternal crucifying

and the eternal resurrecting.

Blow, whispering sigh, destroying now the blossom.

Blow, whispering sigh of life  -  building and destroying this helpless ghost.

the cherry tree

by the war memorial  -

blossom come and gone