I lead you darkly through the real wilderness
where light precipitates from the moon down
through the trees and hits the ground in quarters.
Snakes all around, gnats in transit, young apples,
old apples. How precarious our situation turns
when we are judged naked in the light.
But no one’s eye is like God’s eye
who discerns correctly the lily,
can shuck in one breath the orchid.
He knows what animal you stir in me.