a necklace of small korhaan bones beside me on the ground
a darter spreads its wings in prayer
over me and my binoculars and the greenwinged dove
why am I so meagre?
so out of my element?
why do I flee with my age held out before me like a crown
to not have to negotiate with the furious hinges of the world?
oh the sweetgreen collar of river water warm against my nose hairs
perhaps what's meant is: dream and burning drum
perhaps what's meant is: at loggerheads
- then I'll have to learn - then I am
then my body must be: there
