array...

There are angels in the underbrush
there are prophets in the trees
they dance with waving wanderlust
upon four windy seas



lucy meskill

pilots...

the bee told me

just where to stand

to see the universe 

unfold

the envelope told me 

just where to read 

to hear the mountain

groan

the leaf told me
just how to turn
to make gravity
let go

the pebble told me
just how to splash
to glide into the
flow



Lucy Meskill