Into the Woods

Life is precarious

they say

don’t count unhatched eggs

I’ve accurately counted eggs though

through 6 years in silence

so I still trust my mind

the motions

the relationships

the capabilities

I watch again

what has not been

dirtied with banal error…

and take to myself

storms of gross health

and overwhelming relief

if they heard what I believe

they would be concerned

so I keep quiet

like religions

I perceive sensations

and articulate fervent motion

My mind wraps around

mental streams


I experience

different loves

enduring epic lacks of closure