ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 7
DOWNSLOPE
the years grown
through the roots
on the side ranging down
from sunrise
the trunks carrying
the years upward
beneath mottled bark
the light which lifts
over their heads
and falls down
between branches
or when clouds cover
and the rain is let out
of them the rain
strokes us through
the permeable canopy
the leaves' many stories
higher built partly
of air
mild in the forest
the leaf floor dissolving
at my feet
out of my hand
the sprout falls
its darkness still clinging
I clung to you
our rain went off
where rain goes and sinks
the sun when it comes
after long rain drying
the slopes out
makes them forgetful