A distance beyond
Sky's reach, membrane
Of leaf a miracle
Against my elbow.

Through the tunneling light
Merging deep beneath bare ponds
With the scattering tension
Of its own blueness

Reverberation

Lifting myself
Into the silence
Of rotting bark
My calves tighten
Against soft floors
Of dead pine, two elk
Trapped in the oubliette
Of your eye's irridescence

Listen

Earth's blue grinding
Out of thick pine
And insect ballets
Rising

The way still grey water
Throws the moon,
The cautious moon,
Right back at itself