I love the space of your soul
the way it tends up and out
like that wide field in Conway
near the sugarhouse
which one spring blossomed
with dandelions
so dense and profuse
its rising hump
in the morning sun
was a mound of gold
whose worth in brilliance
was more fabulous
than that most coveted ore

I love the coves and niches
of a soul that billows
like vapor through a sugarhouse roof,
through its cupola

—your sugarhouse soul
its volumes and transformations
its rich continuity
sweetens the shape of me

I love a soul that pushes
envelopes              I love
the edgy ellipse of your
horizon harrowing soul

a soul both
now and soon
here and there
turned in, turned out
which, if I follow its piper
and her Mobius band,
will lead me round

not to the place I was
but to the better side
of where I am

by Jim Culleny

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