If You Know

​If you know that you
Are less than God, then you
Are wise, your mind is a
Rabbit that leaps forward, a billet-doux

To train wheels and passion flowers,
You see the sap rising, you
Are a boat rocking slightly 
On the waves; but fall through,

Lie in an opium stupor, scuttle
Beneath the trailing arm, huddle
In a hole in a cracked wall.
The sun shines above the muddle,

Its light is more than any eye
Can bear, the transparent water
Shimmers high above the hermit crab,
It is the light of the tiara of the daughter,

The eye of the common myna,
Which sees the life that streams,
That surges, the bright surprise
With which the wheat field teems.