April 16th, 2006
On land, before meditation in Sendagi park
selfless lost
no more cries for support or guidance
a light, then many
slow moving fish in inky black water
wood
and grass
softly ignored breathing
and muscle pains snaking out like
cracks in frost
a can wanders
not so much searching as released
brush unmoved by fur-padded steps
and realization
too late
or on time
whichever makes no difference
to distant traffic
ripples
collide
so much northwest summer again at night
thoughts spent as she rose out of the water
a pitcher of daiquiris and the backstroke
how to spend a life in bliss later
submitted for dissection
with flapped mouths, oping
taking in algae with the insects
slow, slow trickling
and closed grey skies shut tight until morning
