Sunday, June 11, 2006

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

under my back
a wheel
turns in
the darkness.

Ants have
found the

I am feeling
my heart,

it is calm
and alone.

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

The world births itself

a new pair of eyes
blinks against
the wind.