under the weather
a smiling mountaincries me a river
if a mirror as if recursive then into a mirror image
bïnärÿ stärs
the umlaut ofa forked tongue
wedding rings
within one anotherthe other
when my soul speaks
the whisper of a breezeafter its passing
a future inconceivable from the back seat
beneath a stone
a crab scuttlingconstellations
unsighted behind the whites of my eyes
unable to risethe river soundsa waterfall
Auden's unseen God
once or twiceHe was heard
an image of selfbreaststhe milky way
not so deada blooming satellitecrests the horizon
the long night—a snail's neckretracts
the long night—a whale song echolocatesits meaning
the long night—an absence abandonedto the tomb
the long night—condensationclouds the window
the long night—my prayer lifefollows the river
the long night—my darkest before dawnresurrection
autumn wind —a butterfly growsmore detached