If you plant this poem

Soundlessly as you can

hush the dawning birds

stroke out the birth in soil

and air, put back the worm

to its house of gentle slumber

where the rainbow sighs

colourless, check for a lyric

that hook and root tender

as a baby’s fingers clasping

unworded faith, seeded now

poised for raindrops wake

thin of cover and wanting

to let fall, watch carefully

the barren trespass redeemed

by luminescence meet to contact

rising hemitrope, each angle

now alight with new leaf

stretched to cascade over

through every home and bay.