The Life and Death Anomaly

This morning, I am looking through this window

of the second floor of this lovely little house

and inside I see this person dancing

and breathing a joyed word to the Sun.

      she doesn’t        exist but as

a small dream sinking through me

that the night is quiet endlessness;

i never learned how to leave

because i came to Life

in quivering obedience

a slow stillness

p u l s i n g

along the tracery of me