Some Day

some day when you are being followed by a cold winter star
and in a deep corner of your forest someone is raking leaves
and the dark music of your eyes is rippling like barley in iowa
some day when someone who is always trying to solve you
shrugs his shoulders and goes out into the hills alone

some day when no one you have ever loved has let you down
and dusk is a young doe in a cornfield and you close your eyes
and a poem born of your waking dream ignites like the first sun
some day when the last sun to ever cross your sky stirs a tributary
of wind and the ice of many strangers melts in your holy shrine

some day when your name for god falls from a cloud, lies motionless
and you stand on the edge of a brook you used to never walked along
and there are voices in a grotto of virgins you never knew existed
and your body is surrounded by cherrywood and weeping willow
and your hair is unsnarled by briars and branches of witch hazel

some day when you are being square with yourself
and your vision is a greyhound racing off after its prey
and your infinite space ship blasts off
and you are spinning in heaven and you say hey arch angels!
and the angels say hey! right back at you

some day when you know you will never again be anchored in that stony cave

i will follow the trail of hoofprints that have tracked you everywhere
i will come back to you like a map of the western hemisphere
i will shine like the original grass of your chestnut field
i will be the catalog of your childhood saints
and the gliding swan that never left your pond

i will be the unseen planetary curve which secretly kept you moving
i will be the bees in your garden that never stopped buzzing
i will be the goldenest apple you have ever eaten