Grass shivering in a bamboo vase Crows circling in the yard for food, A constellation of three white chairs Arrayed in a sunlit clearing beyond. On the other side of this window pane A spider engineering a new silvery web, A call of a young blue jay from a nest Somewhere in the dense green woods Whistling through the arrangement Of rocks on this table, talismans for Two seasons. On my skin, sweat from Exertion, beneath it a river of blood Traveling through these lips, eyes And fingers, all instruments to touch These ever present yet vanishing things: Leaf, rock, feather, light and sometimes Even peace…

2003:08:09 12:15 Atlanta