the origin point of a meteor shower.
Peaches redden: branches
are propped with juniper posts
and a shovel; steam rises
from a caldera; stepping
through a lava tube, we emerge
into a rain forest dotted
with wild ginger; desire
branches like mycelium.
Carrying a bolete in a basket,
we forage under spruce and fir
in cool alpine air;
a plume rises where lava reaches
the ocean. Who said, out of nothing,
nothing can come? We do not lie
in a meadow to view the Perseids
but discover, behind a motel,
a vineyard, and gather wherever we go.