Drinking from a Dream

What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?

A fertile distraction, sorrel
 And a plover with crutches
 Loss is the disarray borne
 Into the taste of undisturbed air
 In the shelter of a mountain chapel

Dig his way from a window and fell into
 Drifts higher than thought
 Walked to find chains of farmland
 And Rome, laden with the spaces of capture

Walked in his footsteps, last of my name
 Ate greedily from valley air and music
 Eased the burden of erasure
 Like a wasp drinking from a dream