An Autumn Letter, Part II.

I want to become one with all, stretch out

My arms and embrace.  I will reel in that

Flathead cat, and roast its flesh to taste.

From channel to channel, on top of sand

I will step through currents that whisper their

Secrets between my legs, tickling my toes.

Through fallow winter fields I will follow

The tracks of split hooves pressed to the earth.  There

Is no greater fear of g-d than of man.

And when first light breaks through wood and leaves, its

Warmth stokes chills that I embrace.  The hoarfrost

Mellows and seeps back to earth, back to grace.