Pearly wet grass knows
how
to
die
and revive when giant
trees sway with
the freshening wind and
dark clouds rain
their fears of beginning again.
Not the myth that
succeeds,
but whoever sees through it.
At the top of the
mountain path what was not clear
faded;
and when the mirrors were re-hung in a different place,
a
vision
reappeared
that would not end by beginning again.