Heidi

Heidi  

today I said goodnight to the mountains,  
shook hands with pastures,  
let cold mouths of tired goats  
touch upon my bright bones,
 
let blindness lead,  
succumbed to deary, gay-lit light,  
wrote chapters of spring  
dressed in entertaining black,
 
got schooled by nature,  
visited her high, invalid eyes  
heavy on the skirts of a God-filled town,  
gathered in a soft, scattered shawl  
 
and fetched lichen, soft rolls,
impatient, delicate seeds,  
carried them home in dyed, barrel-size pockets  
to dress a well rested street.