Helios is harnessing his team . . .
How quick the trespass of the crabgrass and the weeds . . .
We stumbled, that dusk, fleeing pastures . . .
The four-year-olds leaned over their papers . . .
A pulse of wonder and a hint of fear . . .
I know what it’s like to hold my hands in a summer river as I kneel . . .
Goddess, sing rage . . .
But something’s wrong with this radiant knowledge . . .
The pulpit offers rest while I seek work.
They pressed up by pressing down, piling boulders till the earth cracked . . .