mind's blank
interface to reflection
imperious sky
water shrugs
where blind earth rests
still & compliant
imaginations border
warps ancient meadows
wrapping pollarded willows
in a flurry of inconsistency
backward I have dreamed
this worrisome day
no one speaks
we are elements in complex
fabrications of time
made precious
through fearful prediction
the wound core
words cauterize
grown thick like a cloud
loaded with moisture
all day we said the wind
no longer relevant
as summer passes
long and low autumn
shortens daylight gold
words and ideas
play music
to the hurt of stillness
and thwarted imagination
June–November 2007