Primal dream
Of vivid green
Unraveling its precious core
To the filtered light
Tender disclosures
Under the cover of night
When the forest lay
Awash in light
From a billion
extinguished stars
their dust suspended
in the cobwebs
of time
Inspect the layer
Where no treasure
Hides
But moths
Make their nest
In the blind spots
Of memory
In the lair
Where your younger self
Restfully hides
Amused and bemusing
Your next move
Don’t let
The apparent calm
Fool you
Underneath
A silent swirling
Of vortices
Is boring its way
Into reality
Out of the dreamtime
Stretched between
The branches
Of a genealogical tree
Swooshes the mist
Of uncertitude
The unfathomable DNA
Detected in the spit
Of drifting continents
Whose bridges
Are rupturing
Under the assault
Of the waves
Yet deep in the forest
Lies the restive fern
Spot lit
On the altar
Of vision.
Berkeley, February 2017