Moment in July

the sun-god

MOMENT IN JULY

I unsheathe a grass blade,

Drag its private sweetness through my teeth.

My limbs float backward to a day in June.

In the vise of thick yellow sun and quilted ground

My brain is crushed foliage.

Though on my idling eyes are traced

Ant-trollies in the grasses

And in my drowsing ears resounds

Time's tick through fleshless spaces

And now slack energies within me faintly stir,

Still, budge budge I cannot budge-

The air is pitched in nooses round my torso.

The elements of freedom hold me prisoner,