Waterlily Fire

Girl grown woman fire mother of fire

I go the stone street turning to fire. Voices

Go screaming Fire to the green glass wall.

And there where my youth flies blazing into fire

The dance of sane and insane images, noon

Of seasons and days. Noontime of my one hour.

Saw down the bright noon street the crooked faces

Among the tall daylight in the city of change.

The scene has walls stone glass all my gone life

One wall a web through which the moment walks

And I am open, and the opened hour

The world as water-garden lying behind it.