Spring and Awe
Andy Goldsworthy dreams of
a shimmering curtain — making each
impermanence a maiden voyage, laying
stock-still in rain showers to briefly see,
adoring the lattice waves make on the beach.
Canonize the tulip. Kiss the everloving
ground. Measure great distances with
two fingers and thumbs to vision a garden
or wild. Much has been said of spring, of
which it is impossible to stay silent.
*Title is a slight reference to Spring and All by William Carlos Williams