Archive for May, 2009

On my hand I can see the sun


And there is the little bit of wind that is


But I am sleeping.



“From your mouth cymbols and light”

“And the blue sky”

“And from your hand a bear rolls”

“There are fish around you”

“There is the soft turning owl over in your hair”

“Its long hand reaching through the darkness for a mouse”

“In whose soft body it will sink its pointed beak”