Sanctum

[annadelica]

In the Garden
of Mind
Chapels rest
Upon breasts
As Choir sings through toes
in soft deliverance.
In the Garden
of Mind
heels lock in sand
to cast away the aching truth
of every forgotten man

In the Garden
of my Mind
Bright birds renounce
conscious truth
Instead to rest
Sparrow-heads
against the heat of land;

Where heart reprimands
Longing.