Her words, paragraphs and sentences
are in forms botanic and celestial.
Her thought appears in the twirl of a single leaf, at branch-end.
Leaf’s own tiny whirlwind of ecstasy,
insight and inspiration.
Praise words rise up from circles of fungi.
Alphabets of lichens and mosses decorate tall trees’ bark.
Sentences of instruction and thanksgiving
adorn moss-covered, stone altars.
Her writing is between cells, within cells,
winding, meandering, traversing, exploring
Her words are quasars, black holes, asteroids and comets
populating intracellular space.
Her writing is in the lines and spaces
on pages of texts, divine.
In holy names spelled in books and on breath
in prayers, chants and hymns.
Her writing is in the Holy Names of Trees,
Hills, Mountains, Fields, Fences and Farms.
Her writing is in buzzing, braying and lowing.
Her writing is in pen, hand and arm,
singing, moaning, calling, crying across time and space.
Finer, finer, deeper her writing goes
thundering, pounding, shouting.
Searching, penetrating cells’ walls,
moving through protoplasm
into the place of photosynthesis,
the making of Green.