Water
wind
trills
moon
blossoms
hears
evening
glades
glistening
dream
pressed
against
mystery
slipping
into
eyes
focused
waiting
alone
revealing
treasure
of
night
touch
of
space
of
dust
shimmering
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Sometimes
sometimes an act of will creeps in /
somewhere in a small hole that /
cannot be seen or felt as if it had /
been there all along but is now just /
below the surface where say a crater /
might have been a hundred thousand /
years ago & now the size only a child /
might see its body may not have /
been caused by some thing of /
consequence & yet maybe has been /
caused by something of so much /
consequence she willed to forget it
The Ferryboat
Knowing as light or /
spray cause or effect /
as maker of grace /
outside the realm of /
insight thought specu- /
lation knows its own /
preference preferring /
glimpse of /
the heart
The Journey
She could tell /
before birth /
or after the crest /
her finger tip /
in death is more /
than simply dying /
dismemberment /
of self or /
limbs or soul /
remember the crescent /
shape of yellow /
like a plated reference /
to her mind