if I call for it,
bring to me the wind
and the diamond sun,
bring me the pregnant storm
that she might be unburdened,
showering life on my dry self;
if I call for it.

if I call for it
send up the dust of the earth –
my brother carried aloft
and wrapt in the whirlwind;
drop the stars at my feet
in all their molten glory,
if I call for it.

if I call for it
bring your willow self to me,
your ever-loving jewel eyes
that look past the presented glory
to a childish need,
and I will send it all back –
if I call for it