ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
AFTER COMPLAINING FOR DAYS OF THE HEAT
rain and cooler weather
finally came last night
paradise is eternal
but our idea of paradise changes
there is a lion in our woods so
paradise is a city with no lions
supplied from somewhere outside
by people who enjoy
hearing the distant singing
the gold of the city
becomes a mirror reflecting
greed and unhappiness
no more singing only groans
for the eden we know as wilderness
but the wild is only the wild not awake
with human worth
there is a garden at the edge of it
and a lion in the garden
singing to his lambs
to get them to sleep or to wake them
they flourish from his care
until the garden is wasted from their chewing
and we see paradise is the lion
in his form of eternal appetite
or in the motion of his chest beating
and we want to be the movement there
so stunned out of our humanity
there is no more paradise to seek