as i see it

Bird & Piano Wire Compass ...........................................................asha

#23 Where these winds have hollowed me out I am ever more alien and clean beneath the flood. .........................................asha

Still afternoon

It's an afternoon with nowhere to be but home, away from the street crowded with strangers. Here in the neighborhood a woodpecker gets down to business. A fly starts and stops on the still warm window sill. The little black dog asleep on a penny twitches, wakes to bark then, convinced, curls again into sleep. And still it is afternoon.

The big dog hears something in the muted distance, rushes to the door, presses her nose on it, snorts, goes back under the table, licks a crumb, goes back to the door, then leaves the room. I hear her flop and sigh in the dark innards of the house. All is well. The afternoon begins so dim. My thoughts are like vapors, memories of memories rise and drift away.  I list in the silence like a wrecked ship. Perhaps I will never cry. Perhaps, when all this is gone, there will remain one small tear hurling in its own orbit in black space.

asha

11

Death will carry me when I am tired.
Who else can do as well?
Baring me above outstretched arms
She will carry me to my Lover's bower.

........................................................asha

61

Birds chatting in a
canyon cave. They don't stop when
I pause to listen.

...............................................asha

It's 8:05. Do you know where you mind is? For me, the answer is no. I saw it earlier, but have no idea where it is at the moment. Imitation is annoying.

.asha

He railed.
He balked.
He swore.
He listened.

.....................asha

#14

Pyramid mountains
speechless in the summer snow
someone has to talk.

......... ..........asha