A Hammering of Earth

In the red feeling circle

he wandered as though

he might blow

the next minute.

Resting then waxing,

drifting then winging

through space hung with shrouds.

Shadow gliding in,

a leopard at night,

she briefly stops by,

a succor of seasons,

a peak and a whisper.

Just so is he rescued,

speeded away,

a grandeur of wishing,

a flexing of dreams,

a pounding

and hammering

and gathering

of earth.