It’s a Set Up
Mind hurtles into the field, brushes
a stem-
tipped snail
who’s lost all track of time,
I like to think, forgetting I shouldn’t
make an impression – do I
agonise or
leap – I being the hero
who discovers the floor is rigged
with a delicate trip-wire
system – grasses,
insects, dewy blooms of
moss and shrubby flower – by such
abundant hurtability, I find myself
surrounded.
Bird Watching
A surprise to find amid this year’s
cohort of
leaves, a bird with its
back to me. What was the
bird watching
or was it staring into
space or into a thought
all its own? I went to say
ahem, but
it turned out
my mouth was gone.
A surprise.
The bird with its
back to me as if
I could be the background.