51.

Let me set some croquet games,
-Like Alice did before-,
Inside your moonlight eyes:
The spheres inside the spheres,
The balls inside the balls.

Misjudge a reason –one or two-,
And set your bare feet free.
The less you walk the less you love
The thoughts around these dreamlands,
The trees around the trees.

Rapidly lay and contemplate
The sun that dreams of green,
The solid smile under your knees,
The melting joy that folds and turns
Constructing everything but grief.

Remain unbalanced
Steady leaf,
Remain as hard as stone
And gravity will force you
Towards a precious, windy dawn,
As mighty as might itself,
As precise as an ice clock.