Entirety Entered

A poem by another poet
invites the reader
to enter in entirety
entirety.

I, reader,
enter easily.

And as I do
I yearn for deepest earth,
the center,
eternal rest,
or … let me see,
a cool refreshing glass of tea.

Sown into the rose of June
amid love’s flower-blossom bloom,
born in the crystal’s
clear-white light
when six year olds
are blessed with sight,

I, reader,
stopping,
standing still ….
zoom out of earth
through forest green,
walk garden paths
seen and unseen
until I recognize the poet.

Now, reading me,
he reads me, reader.

Through spiral turns
of steady growing
we’ve yearned for,
known,
each other’s poems,
harvest each other’s and our own
in their enirety and timelessness
almost entirely unknown,
unknown,
yet not unknowing