Change-Ringing

…I should have let the wind take care
Of my mind — clean it free of stuff!
That’s the anvil banging somewhere —
Hammers forging the Book of Life.
Summer air’s filled with bee buzzing —
Honeydew’s being magiced up…
I see far off the sun is rising,
Sunrays stringing a fragrant harp…
— Mighty wind! Blow over the cropland!…
Fierce sun! Warm up men and mice!...
It’s as if my mind’s eye has opened
And I can see through truth and lies:
Laden with bittersweet reflections,
Woes and vanities of the world,
I push forward in the direction
Of the skies that glow like gold…
An ethereal apparition,
An incarnated make-believe,
I’m a misty dawn over the river.
I’m a woman. A daughter of Eve.
‘t seems just yesterday I was yearnful
But this morning I feel immune —
The stitchwork I’ve worked on in earnest
Now — covertly — is unsewn:
May the river carry my message
Like it carries these threads mornwards…
It’s the wind — may it have my blessings! —
That has brought me back — in your world.