What I love is always being born. What I love is beginning always. ~ Elytis

I shall fill the ditch, which is my heart, with this clay of words

So that these lines will clutch at the ankles of someone passing over after the rains.

So that that this someone, who is passing over, will fall into the clay,

of which my heart is made of.

So that some one, moved thus from air to earth, will stay put, send down roots,

And become a tree arising out of me.

Notes: They are moving earth outside these windows this morning. I am reading poems, and doing so likewise.