Thursday, August 6, 2015

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. 

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