There is a trail
in the summer
that holds all of life:
the ruby chested
song bird,
the pack of dogs,
mustard plant:
the laughter
of the earth
is yellow. And here,
at this spot
we remember
necessary blue.
The sky is a beginning,
a delusion:
a dream
on the vine —
summer is
in the stillness,
summer is
braving the call,
summer is
when we reach
the readiness
of the soul.
