Alchemy

I’m back in England
Slotted in
Grasping my crayons and tools
Steering ahead
And picking up tables
Offered gratis
In somebody’s drive

And you’re still here
Shadows dancing
Slightly away
Tangled for moments
There and there
Grasped by pensive reeds downstream
Along the current of minds time
Out of which
I
Become
Always become
Be
Come
Be

I tend to your pressures
And tap the glass
Shaking fluids
Stirring up humus
Ambrosia
Prime material
Distillation
Marks
Indexing
Charged
Particles
Your invisible currents
Dispersed
Immersed
Within blooms carbon fruit
And times needy patterned symmetry
Bearing words
And images
Painting
Invisible
Marking
Bearing
Riding
Holding
Forming
And finally

Loved again

In forgiveness