Lael

The Sun

In the heat, its grain will strike and split
Under cool, its sponge will adjust and slip

At the split of the seam
                                                            Left welcome home flute
          Right shaped or shape me home

The flesh renews despite the familiar
     A remote flow beneath love’s boat

Whether true or moat, a cup of palm
     Celebrates a treaty float

Maybe the flower vessel whose cries
     Reveals satisfaction or lows

Inspire the breeze asleep
     A wave
          My life’s
                    Easel