[I]
Waltz and waltz, but mostly I sit
still with sound
Of course, of course
The horizon begins with my body. Look
Look: I am disconnected
Thinking of the most important body to gift this silence
I come up empty, full of horizon
[II]
Because this is a border,
Because this land changes and shows you flat
is not flat, no. We resist wind here.
Mountains are part of our perspective:
Watch them grow, watch them even-out into wind. In time, in time
Mountains begin with our bodies. But for now:
[III]
To gather light, first look in shadows,
listen for whale moans to fill the desire we forgot
Faith in the hidden –
evidence in where it is not
Faith in absence
[IV]
I miss you.
[V]
Diagramming “not” looks like the thing Delicate not
Not anger not love not light not light
a lapse
Waltz around this,
or come up behind sound:
constellations reach towards
or prayers
or tiny tiny whispers, smooth echoes
the mosquito in the barn in February
We are scared:
prayers and prayers
whisper _______
diagram not again
Disembodied Not: I feel closest to you I put Post-its of Not all over my walls I live with Not, but not in silence, no longer a small animal but something outside of me including my eyes
We are not mountains We are light