Offerings by Howard Altmann
To the night I offered a flower
and the dark sky accepted it
like earth, bedding
for light.
To the desert I offered an apple
and the dunes received it
like a mouth, speaking
for wind.
To the installation I offered a tree
and the museum planted it
like a man, viewing
his place.
To the ocean I offered a seed
and its body dissolved it
like time, composing
a life.
