SWALLET PSALM
I saw in dream a citadel –
A mountain castle Tor –
A strait and narrow grass-lined Path
Led to its arching Door.
I walked the line without a doubt –
(Like Montezuma’s Well – )
The Gate contained Another World
Where new Musicians dwell.
The inner space was lined with rows –
The concourses were long –
And All were tuning Instruments
Preparing for His Song.
An irrigating spring of life
Passed to the other side –
Where watercress and maiden-hair
In mottled shade reside.
The creosote was breathing scent –
The sycamore was firm –
I paused to take the medicine
That flourished in the berm.
(6 May 2010, Rimrock Arizona, common meter)