Held and Belonging

river of wind, wide throttle in the big
big night embrace.  dreamt of feet slapping
slapping the pan earth, of belonging
belonging anywhere in that way of helpless
wounded healer.  cultivate such
such an approach, injured by dint
dint of walking a time, a peace
on this great earth, this pan earth
clods broken by my plow-effort-living
living separate for a while, such a 
fuss of dreaming it right from wrong

maestro trying to vanish in plain sight
sight of the blind thread of my journey,
tell me is the atom's song 
song really love?

stuttering on these thin ideas
ideas are big two-hand stones
smooth for making a ring of held fire
fire where I'm always belonging
warm belly and cold back to the
big night embrace.  fireflies or winter stars
stars respond to the plain, the
apparently usual small things
where we belong.