c 2005, 30 pages. Lyric meets process among the wind-tossed grasses.
6x6, staple-bound.
Fabulous cover print by Kate Schapira.







from morning, noon & night

(i)

A held breath: hundreds of birds:


(ii)

I hear you breathe in the next room
& believe I’ll hold that light.

Outside, the shadows of old trees.


(iii)

Through early clouds I see the sun

the second before bursting into light.
Her fingers in the air, on my chest, in the air.
A breath:

(iv)

I see the unlit candle’s shadow in the dark.
Leaves unfold & collect sunlight.

It is the second before everything.


(v)

The canal is covered with fading sunlight;
nothing is planned out.

I see birds cutting through the air,

the way the air longs to hold the bird.


(vi)

A held breath: hundreds of birds
like something trying to burst into light,
into flight.  I see birds cutting

through air, see the air they’ve sliced through.
I feel the familiar pressure.

(vii)

The familiar pressure:
still waters thick with reflecting.

The way air longs to hold the bird
the second before it bursts.

Everything anticipates.  My love.