Sadaquada

Looking out at the

Implacable green geometry

Of the Sadaquada Golf Club

Grass snake fairways

In misty outline

Behind the clubhouse

A certain configuration

Of two bodies

Erect in the doorway

A propositional calculus

Limited by confined space

You toy with completion

Only to guide me to

An even deeper desire

Your careless mercy

My only hope to

Remove this thorn

The unconditional necessity

Of a kingdom of ends

Amidst the sprung rhythm

Of rain on the shingles

Sweet aspiration

The soft cooing sound

Our alchemy

The confluence of

Intersecting need

And such restraint

…your hand

Then

        sudden

The heavenly electricity

The silver flex of

Fresh rising promise

Thunder

        above

The phenomena of visibility

The blinding forge of nature

A degree of manifestation

The unsayable altogether

Outside the bounds

Of the conceivable

Creates us current

Apart from human

In a fractional state

Of pure sensation

Taking shelter in

A shaking tree

Braided with fire