In The Great Swirling Poem by Michael Joseph Ferguson

I long to praise you

completely
detached from
circumstance
or 'responsibility'

just the pure
rain of my
heart

spread
across your fields
of rye and sweetgrass

I want to get lost
forever in the
gentle swaying
of forests
and shorelines

melting my body
into a strange
union with
nebulae and
other
celestial
offspring

I long for the
pure water -

that stable
ground of
forgetting...

who I am

who I could be

caught up forever
in the Great swirling...