to be just

welcome even partial intimacies

or God

great oaks and chestnuts

tied provisionally to a tree

the acorns fell pattering on me

not quite yet extinguished

ride roughshod over a religion

a man is not a woman

 

covered with loose stories and tufts of heather

peak upon peak

little enough

masses of chestnut

a thimble full of Rome

ever another grape

‘yield to my ocean’