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