The inept snow crowds
around the fire,
plotting and dying.
Some terrains cannot be traversed.
In the mascara woods,
children clump together
in the latest
cloud of today’s breath.
Bleary eyed,
the fox fixates on his quarry,
the weakest of the drey.
Cut the phantom from my back.
I am unannounced and unfrequented.
A wavelength no one sees,
a dizzy, dazzling particle
known to science only as
“effusive missing.”
Schrödinger’s dancer dancing in
the dark.
Remove from me the red, digitized light
of sovereignty and certainty.
This is a photo of me from when I was pretty new to headcovering.
I’m free of rain.
I show my picture to the mirror.
I was not busy in my shiny days
and now I see
clouds of supplication ahead,
burning bronze.
My shape shifting selfishness
Folded into a skin box,
Origami.
My life was born for a while,
between sameness and joy.
Ten times I memorize myself,
candy candle
I have to light,
To guide kaleidoscope perception
Back home to me.
Interdependence is difficult and soft,
ad infinitum.
The simple grave
of the rain.
The driving wind
makes tracks through parched prairie.
The leanest rabbit escapes the warren.
Teeth marks, bone, thin hair.
Beyond the metronomic society
nourishing sustenance.
This field is sacred and untouched
by the rushing realism of
corporeal men.
Through the bladed brown,
The cottontail prances,
grateful and alone.
On Thursday, Craig surprised us with a trip to Royal Gorge Park. The gorge was gorgeous! At the bottom you could see the ribbon of the river running through it. Angelica got to play on the playground and ride the carousel. Craig rose across the gorge in the sky gondola. And I went ziplining across!
Dead now, I move to the grass
and develop a conscience like film.
Miniature Moon 