A Clear Mind, a Clean Forest

​A clear mind, a clean forest,
Kayaking in frigid waters, a wall
Of snow and ice crashing in 
The frozen bay, and it all,

The spray, the bobbing water,
The white-blue sky, the prickly
Coldness of the sunny air,
The shivers that seize you quickly,

Reveal a light that is a presence,
That is a wealth, that is settled,
Until we are floating, until this is
A higher world, until the petaled

Creepers strain their pistils,
Until planets swing within us,
Grave, rich in metals and in
Fir forests, rich, drizzling nimbus

Clouds on plains of buildings,
And we ourselves grow more wealthy
In colors that glance through us
And infuse with green and stealthy

Luminescent buildings that extend
Dizzyingly over a misting
Waterfall, and we are prepared 
Above the ground, listing

Perilously into the air,
To do the most tremendous deeds.
Finally, it is everyone, an
Entire nation, a field of seeds,

Then the sunlight layers the field,
And it is blessed with crackling wheat,
Hard red spring wheat, prepared
For spring, the fertile heat

Of June, the blackbirds and the
Moles, the memory of age-old
Farmers and the covenant they swore,
The earth, the river and the gold.