Ruminant

The poet’s ruminant who chews his cud,
as he chews his cud,  he renews his cud,
which begets other flavors as poet 
becomes other verses of this one self

the figure’s not invidious, for song
changes as it remains, as notes converse
and convert each other in melody 
that was undiscovered or lost unrecovered

the poet goes slow and chews things over
finding hints of what passed unrecognized,
hidden escapes to other dimensions
from which his songs can return to report

so here I am located in my field
in the beguiling wilds of my flowers