Three Days Dry

Three Days Dry

Bigger and closer. Things jumping                   

to view in random zooms. My own                  

eyes lunging at me from mirrors. Looking

a little clearer (is this possible already?)

with more green mixed into the brown

than I remember. Effect of moss, rain-

washed, gleaming from old growth hollows.

A space. Thin envelope of air, or

not air, around what I seem to be doing.

Like one of those clearings we kept

watch for in our camping days.   

Silence. Not ringing yet but feeling it could.

That chuch-like sense, as we laid out our gear, 

of a place set apart, cut out, from the larger forest.