[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