Wheat-in-the-Ear

You stand between the cedars and the green spruces. Brilliantly naked. And I think : What are you, A gem under sunlight ? A poised spear ? A jade cup ?

You flash in front of the cedars and the tall spruces. And I see that you are fire — Sacrificial fire on a jade altar. Spear-tongue of white, ceremonial fire. My eyes burn. My hands are flames seeking you. But you are as remote from me as a bright pointed planet Set in the distance of an evening sky.