birthday poem

i am in love with high far-seeing places
did you ever hear of
the lightning flashed, and lifted
up from the south at break of day
the agony of having too much power
a storm is riding on the tide
full of tears
with her hair flaying wildly
why do
the darkness
sleep, gray brother of death
in the cloud-gray mornings
the darkness rolls upward
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you