Upon Reviving the Spirit, Ouachita Mountains, April 10th 2016

Lobed leaves like mittens¹

Impart imprudent incense

I shudder, deer-like

Never before a pilgrim

Yet here I am Sainte Terrer²

Grasping fennel wood³

I heave earth up to daylight

Balm of Winding Stair⁴

Tea steeping in the Ouachitas

Lord, where do I go from here?