Wheat-in-the-Ear

You stand between the cedars and the green spruces,
Brilliantly naked)
And I think:

What are you,

A gem under sunlight?

A poised spear?

A jade cup?

You flash in front of the cedars and the tall spruces,
And I see that you are fire --
Sacrificial fire on a jade altar,
Spear-tongue of white, ceremonial fire.
My eyes burn,

My hands are flames seeking you,
But you are as remote from me as a bright pointed planet
Set in the distance of an evening sky.