When I Kiss You

In the beginning was a great congealment of joy.

–Louis Kahn

When I kiss you

lying on the grass

wings flutter all around us

and the goldfinch gathers

the softest downy feathers

from her heart’s wing

to nudge into the circle of her nest.

When I kiss you

lying on the grass, I feel the blue sky

rush forward into every empty fissure,

every open canyon, every mountain’s hollows,

the arms of every tree, that blue sky

turning into liquid pouring

into any empty throat, any unsung body.

When I kiss you, lying on the grass

I feel the ancestors lifting through the loam

of their own bones, their ancient bodies,

into the sap of even the smallest branch, the nectar

of every flower–apple blossom, cherry,

wild plum, columbine, redwood orchid, wild radish,

and blue forget-me-nots.

When I kiss you, lying on the grass

bees make more honey in their hives, the sea

shoves restlessly at the shores of every continent,

avalanches shiver down the slopes in the Himalayas,

grass ripples across savannahs.

When I kiss you, clouds sigh

and release their rain over the fields of Iowa,

Illinois, Indochina, Ireland, and in the deserts,

springs bubble forth.

When I kiss you, lying on the grass

women long married dream out their kitchen windows

humming

the songs of their courtship.

When I kiss you, flowers in English gardens

explode into blossom, surprising

the ladies having tea, the gardeners

who pause in their labor and stand astonished

remembering the soft pastel dresses

and the sweet smell

of the girls they once danced with.

When I kiss you, lying on the grass

the dying embers of fires at darkening hearths burst

back into flame.

When I kiss you, lying on the grass

crows caligraph the sky

in a text more ancient

than any language,

badgers roll over

and lie belly-up in the moonlight,

and in the old growth forests, great trees

lift their branches in irrepressible ecstasy.

When I kiss you, lying on the grass

the protons and electrons and quarks–

the photons of light itself

turn summersaults saying yes! yes!

Even the darkest house

on the other side of the world

grows suddenly bright

with joy.

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