THE RING

how often
will the moment
become waves
gnawing at the cliff

become silence
screaming in the heart

become deep
limitless time
where my dream
in a wild
demonic chase
flees from its own fate

only trees drink sunlight
and throw away their shadows
turning the year into a ring
entangled in root’s hairy string
circling
it turns
to stem and branch

haste
greens away
in leafy wind