Mast

an indent in the atmosphere-
spindles of the pale natural
quiver in the spiral cool down,
elevate in the wavewake.
enclosed promisebuds scatter,
their torn secrets buried alive-
the lean branch blowback,
leafflit leashed in by young stems,
the sharp snap of the reigns-
then, astride in the freefall,
suspended by the hover down,
comes the revalry, the victory,
when the efficient earth renews.