Olive

I saw something of an evergreen memory
On top of the high hill...
in the middle lands this morning-
this dawn day rising.

I saw something of white sunlight
of a million molecules,
passing through air-
winged up in angel suits and soft bells,
singing sweetly closeup - you know...
the type of matter that matters so much
they soak up all the colours,
all that we might otherwise forget.

I saw something of a rock
and it was solid and real,
all of it staying
all of it holding the ground...
and out of that
two shoots of olive grew into one.
At the base,
gnarly and twisted
imperfect...
rough patches,
tenacious and fissured
yet strong and beautiful grains to
fingerprint love.

I saw something of an umbrella
In the rain, in the sun and in between,
In the Olive Tree...
something of a shelter
something of liquid gold
the type you can't buy in a shop....
and it grew because we dreamed the growing
and the peace
and then it happened...
the magic.
The real magic.