I could break my promises
against the stone faces
of ancient mountains, and watch
the pieces shatter
to dust.

or stand on the high cliffs
and burn the bridges in-between
and watch the flame subside into
a single ember,
an ash.

I could watch the last waves
sink into current, and, with them,
my Self :

just
for an Instant
a Moment,
a Breath.

Seed

failing.

The night hangs low

heavy with the seed of day

They fall from that vast, black womb

with a small sigh

Here you are again, they sing against my windows

Here I am again, and I feel the gravity

Of a far-off moon nodding.

Here I am again, and

Humidity no longer begs the question

Of uncried tears

The secret has been revealed

To the gasping Earth

And the reaching vine, now sated,

Hath not want:

Here, We --

Were.

And here I am again,

Sowing seeds.

Tree shadows

On the ground

the trees mark, each by each--

the light dies:

And you, a shadow, under the boughs,

a cold cluster of ash, the remnants of a fire,

headlines, infamous nothing:

A tragedy,

burning on the lips

of those who did not know you.

But I knew you:

And now there is a black line

where words used to be.

Someday, I will come to find you here,

alone,

in the long grasses.