Ascenting into Form

Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising.

Clay longs to break
into art.
Bricks strain upward
toward the arch of form.

Rivers dream
of rainbows.
Shadows lean
into twilight.
Twilight opens
into the red blossom
of sunrise.

Sunlight spills
into a symphony of wonder.
Magic flowers
into the orchestra of creation.

Existence leans
into beauty.
Beauty yearns
toward love.
Love carves itself
into human shape.

And the human—
the human reaches
toward the vineyards.

And vineyards
rise into wine.
And wine—
into poetry.