Sunday, January 5, 2014


light coming into sky above still black
ridge, song sparrow calling from branch
in foreground, sound of wave in channel

      again a sentence which once
      more, sense of is not

      “real,” “material” of which
      changing, someone who

fog against invisible shoulder of ridge
egret gliding to the right toward point

1 comment:

  1. Sky and ridge, light and dark.
    We emerge from night still dreaming.
    Are we the sparrow calling?
    Are the sounds of waves
    our waking thoughts?
    I ask the egret
    which is more real,
    shadow or penumbra?