April Aries New Moon 2011
A New Idea
Every dawn we rise out of the east
and shine like grains in the light.
We thrash about between wet and dry,
being neither one nor the other.
We hear what the brass objects want,
Turn us into gold.
To help with that we rise up into the stars.
We become pieces of amber on a necklace.
Our patched robes change to elegant apparel.
The world's poison turns to sweetness in us.
We move to the center of the fighting,
this circle of bewildered lovers.
We give the sign.
We knock at the placeless door,