yes!
dear trees who wave
and larks who chatter
and swallows who dance -
i am just like you
because i can hear the water, too -
i am just like you
because i can see the blue sky, too
and the sky is the colour of joy, this morning
it is exactly like colour, under lines
or wash over tines
or just like you, oh swallow,
like you skim and dive
like you're transforming, already
this drab little country
yes!
calling summertime joy
it's not like living will be easy
it's like sometimes, now,
there will be no need for impudence
impudence threads grasping, fading, my winter jumper
with that joy of need
to thrive in spite of
and which is all so completely unlike this
the river silt
the river sludge
the river weed
the hidden pole
or questionable crustacean,
oh yes, i will bear them all
in the way of embrace
like they all are kingfisher
yes!
kingfisher herself
and herself: the isis
bring life to this city
and maybe, just maybe,
they are just like me
and they are just like you
and we'll be free
in easy glee
in this body we'll inhabit
in joy
all summer
