I dreamed I spoke with you in the tongue of trees.

I try to transfigure these
days
so you'll want to keep
them:
come back to them: from
where?

     from the running honey
     of reality & life?
come back:

I hold these days aloft,
empty boxes
you can exist in: but
when you live in them
you hurry out of your own
life:

--A. R. Ammons, from Tape for the Turn of the Year