Everything that rises

And here’s magic out of falling,
a punctuated sky
dripping blues
whose brain drops silence
into easing fields.
We should know
when we realise the hills
their lush and sweating rows
of miles
skimmed by sea-sweet memory.
Try to break bread
under the infinity of hope
and its rippling crust of neon
or feed the flock
with the rhythm of kindness.
Everywhere is devoured
and everything rises.
While the crew sings panic
into the engine
the shore startles
leaving the trick
to cauliflower outwards.