(from The Seed Garden Manual for Planting)
the fantail
his small god divided
and divided
asking each stranger
where am I

2
he is the dream we only half
remember
catching a spark in a tin cup
a ship from the fire
the ash of a fern

3
the forest is a cold nest
when it rains
leaves fall to the bottom
half rotten stumps
are eaten white
with fungus
the colour
of the inside of an egg
or a discarded feather

4
too far up a rubbed tree
where the antlers
loose their first years
he tells me the faults
each sin
the ones I'd forgotten
somehow I'm pleased
there were enough to fill his brain