child poem

the stars fell from heaven
out of the deep and the dark
give me
long ago, in the young moonlight
as a naked man i go
in may
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
i go my way complacently
see the tentative
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
sweet with fern and rose
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
out of me unworthy and unknown