
ASCEND INTO BLUE by Carol Graser
Each moment has its demands
tells me I am not a forest.
but I am
I am a garrulous bunch of trees
Every jangle of hand
every downpour of speech
knocks me clean out of heaven
I climb over igneous rock
the cooled volcanic spew
Let me drink from a lavender glass
each night an opulent gulp
Let me rest, shelter my bones
tie my dreams to a sturdy post
Your name and mine I zealously whisper
and whisper until all of the words have gone