because
last week I stepped sideways, dancing into risk,
not letting sly questions, censuring anthems insinuate
because I ignored small coral snakes slithering through
my bed
the fruit bats (dark and leathery) swooping round me
on the lake
forgot the loving father who led me to the forest
eased away his mask and tried to strangle me
became the Critic of Greek tragedy
huge and harsh and peremptory as a stepmother in Grimm
because I flew, samba'd into fire
because I tasted emerald wetness in the waterfall
laughed with the hooligan swifts that never desert me
the ceanothus bush that is really a tree erupted -
cloud of intense cobalt flame licking the sky, teasing
the earth
and I am swimming with the clown fish with the manta
ray the turtle
swimming in lapis and sapphire
in trickling lava slipping from the mountain
oozing from the oracle in green-lapped caves
swimming in juices of olive and eucalyptus
in moon-streaked purple
become circus, become fair-ground, become elephant
in the jungle, become ladybird and acorn and tiniest
oak tree.
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