in its quiet cage of sky
folding golden light
into its mouth
with a spoon of stars
she seems docile    thoughtful
and sleek to her pointed ends—
celebrated horns
of plenty     of goddess and god
of ocean     pull of tide     push of shore
of fecundity and impulse
glow and shadow.  

In the same vein I feed
brain in its cage of skull
folding words
into its synapses
with a spoon of memory
and brain is lit and churning
and thirsty down to pointed spine—
celebrated path
of sacrum     of bone and ridge
of chakra     fierce rattle     ragged strength
of grace and angle
color of moon.