Leaves and All

Trip the light
And tip the soldiers tending bar
Dipping the hungover rags in warm water till they’re crystal-minded again
And the night is sogged with the promise of morning

Dance the fantastic
A trance to tangle thoughts with touch
Till pants and hands and lips and sweat and skin and time is lost
And the sleep that brings it home

Bright the life
That writes the tale of want and that unspoken
Where the trite and tired odyssey is a fruit unpeeled and eaten
Seeds and leaves and all

Live the tide
And give time as a god for atheists 
A captive caught and chained to hands that turn against its will
While you surf the bristled ocean in doubt and lovely faith