1




Out of kilter with words
observe the cycles
intrinsic to sensibility


An echo, repeated


A doubling-back
and into oneself


Hand over hand


an austere strand of identity
is embedded in any metamorphosis


A hint at the boundaries
summons its emanation


Stepping among the primary questions
the body is altered attention










     2




Identify your fortune
in an echo


A well-trodden book


Walking on all fours
it is bold to reach an animal capacity


I can imagine the energy
in a butterfly’s wings


A lane, a journey
every footstep


Worn by months of chances


the merest touch
of sunlight
can balance a person










     3




Conscious of coincidence
and the wide circumference of ages


A realm of remoteness


A place out of touch


The companion we trace
is the same vehement silence


The earth is so connected to the soul


The sea, the trees
enough to behold










     4




A diligent seclusion
implies an evident immersion
in another dimension


We speak and think this creed
over and against the bosom


We move invariably suspended
beneath the sky


which makes likewise, a halo
in the air


How strange, every day
more brilliant










     5




Fortune makes fools
in her own nest


Follow the birds


Let the words echo
and behold the evident


A strand of trees
worn into memory


Every journey
a walking capacity


I can imagine the body
embroidered to the soul


The color of the sea,
earth
embedded in every touch