From the trees the leaves came down <br />until we joined hands with a wand <br />and that act enabled them <br />somehow then to reach the ground <br /> <br />where they scuttered round our feet <br />urging the latter to unite <br />with a baton as if that act <br />together with the hands can clasp <br /> <br />a dowsing-stick cut from the same <br />branch from which we launched <br />converging on gravity's purge-point <br /> <br />at which point we merged to remove <br />all consonants from our star-maps. <br />The infinite consists of vowels alone.<br /><br />Bill Knott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/space/
