a

light

enters

the

body

falls

into

shadow

 

 

 

 

a line

   in the grass

     under shade

          a movement

brown ants

          wind —

             acres of it —

dry fields

 

 

 

heat gusts

muscles ache

a day’s walk

a clearing’s

clear shapes

 

 

 

sun

 seeks

 deep hollows

runs

down

  bleached hills

into the limb joining trunk

and the rock

          
beneath thicket

and the bone

          
beneath skin

 

 

 

a line moves into what it will wake into

                                 sun glint

                                
on carapace