details     escape

returning to the place where memory goes

which resembles most closely the stagger of stones

needling the hem of land at minoura’s feet

water work of the inland sea interlocking past

I think I had to take more than one deep breath

to commiserate with the animal we named silence

beaten under depths rest good fruit car crashes

invented grandmothers more sunrises than reality

who is the owner of unremembered moments

would they open their great book

if  I stood

at the door

and begged?