• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 09


We are forest and river
mountain and sea
an ocean a tree
rocks and silt and leaves and moss
bear every human print

New York
perches on the sky line
inside a moon confused
by revolution
money chatters in the wind
and keeps on spinning

we understand everything
and nothing so completely
we can’t explain away
the doleful cow’s accusing gaze
ice caps weeping on their mother’s lap
the quick sharp eye of a bee
at the entrance to the hive