VEINS

 

So many bodies

under light.

 

Veins below

and veins above.

 

Entwinings in

and across time.

 

In rock and sea,

moonlight’s mercury,

 

the jade of waves,

the mile-high feathering

 

of gull flight—

or in the flush

 

of flesh and bone,

blood and breath,

 

when shining eyes

together see the sun

 

in branches, buoyed above

the curve of a sleepy river,

 

while under a sign that says:

happiness grows here.