That Is What You Are, You Know

That is what you are, you know,
Lemon meringue is air and eggs,
And you are body and soul, a brain
That rides on top of scissoring legs,

And that’s what you make: a swirl of soul,
A swirl of chocolate brown, it seems
The most natural thing in the world, maybe
Because we are stones and streams,

At any rate, these hybrid creatures
Lurch or soar and heaven calls
To earth, soil stirs to sky,
And the air churns into squalls.

And when you mix together soil
And water, bread and air, you get
A living light, a globe that speaks,
A form—we see the silhouette,

A song that lights the boulevard,
A light that clings to soft and hard,
Blue dye, the sea, the sky and crystal
Blue bind into the avant-garde.