When the earth is reborn chaos is close at hand.
Each spring the firmament
must once more be divided from the waters,
and from this rupture life comes tumbling.

In the song of the tiniest wren
I hear the resonance of Apollo's lyre.
In the starling's cry
I hear Dionysus calling the satyrs
to join the dance.

The tendrils creeping along the ramparts
hold the power to destroy the fortress
but refrain
out of love for our common clay.

Out of the whirling and the wailing the game begins afresh.
In the leaping of the trout and the frisking of the deer
I see the promise of a better world.