autumn wind —
a butterfly grows
more detached


 

the long night—
my darkest before dawn
resurrection


the long night—
my prayer life
follows the river


 

the long night—
condensation
clouds the window


 

the long night—
an absence abandoned
to the tomb


the long night—
a whale song echolocates
its meaning


the long night—
a snail's neck
retracts


 

not so dead
a blooming satellite
crests the horizon


 

an image of self
breasts
the milky way


 

Auden's unseen God

once or twice
He was heard


 

unable to rise
the river sounds
a waterfall


 

unsighted behind the whites of my eyes


beneath a stone

a crab scuttling
constellations


 

a future inconceivable from the back seat


 

when my soul speaks

the whisper of a breeze
after its passing


 

wedding rings

within one another
the other


 

bïnärÿ stärs

the umlaut of
a forked tongue


 

if a mirror as if recursive then into a mirror image


under the weather

a smiling mountain
cries me a river