Where the hush is,
I am laying down.
I am sleeping
and then not.

Somewhere
under my back
a wheel
turns in
the darkness.

Ants have
found the
bird.

I am feeling
my heart,

it is calm
and alone.

Rabbits do not notice.
They chew warily
in their holes.

The world births itself
again,

a new pair of eyes
blinks against
the wind.