As the dream world breaks the air
Around this chair the bed and speech
Wings light upon a leaf in sun:
A butterfly melts into flight
Its green support then left to sway.
Along the loopy catheter
Against this knee the cider slips
In inches while the nightshade holds
The earth against the rain.
And dancing over hidden work
The sun cats go along the straw.
This garden dream of mine could be
A prayer. Could you pray with me now?