Though I never went to Athos,
and did not make it to Patmos,
after I will say I drank
from the ash tree its leafy honey,
felt the honey rain on the world
from the world-ash.
I will translate some Norse mythology, not there,
but I suppose a here, which is as good.
Deep in the Germanic English,
as well in the Pacific Northwest,
we are said to have our appropriate worship.
It takes a long time to get to a word
like stone or tree, at least as long
as it takes to produce the actual object.
Sight fell through the tree,
that's how I knew it was the one,
the translucency. Once I found
the center, I waited breathless.
Someone tapped my shoulder
and it ended and we ate somewhere
and the world began.
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