In the Stream - S. Carey

I was folded by ferns

You could return, the earth

All to her

Open mouths

Look up and out

Fall my failures

To the ground

I know

I know

I know

All them

I am wind in the pines

I am a line

You can’t define

When the dawn breaks

When the moon shakes

In my love-lock landscapes

I know

I know

I know

All them

Be in my vision

My gardener

I’ll be an architect

On window steam

I’ll be in the stream

Be in that canyon

That corridor

I’ll be an architect

On window steam

I’ll be in the stream