Coming in out of the sunshine I feel jammed up.
Open the pores. Go back outdoors? Eyes ache from broken sleep.
I do go back outside, start again.

That big, still poplar leands slightly into the sunshine
Each small leaf articulated by shadow, the tree stands full and overflowing
At the edge of autumn. Let that tree grow in me

skyward, radiant, earthed, bending,
serene, bight, shadowed and shading,
open.