Light-and-life-giver splashes the earth-turn,
dries the flashy rain-holders in towering flight above
gusts of fish-home air-shakes swaying to iamb trees,

the here-to-there of singing wings, the baked and baking
mud and stone of schist island, churned-down yellows,
blues and whites still flowering or fluttering in petals

on mistless cattle-graze by the trochees of bowers and gutters,
and there we in-and-out the lungs for no other why-it-is
than to feel the yearning flow of here-and-now.