As/Is







7.22.2006


Escher-ism

At noon, the hour the light
falls down directly

on ferns hanging outside
my small kitchen window;

the wind's breath
steams through the leaves.

I write: there is patience
in darkness that waits

like a spell on its loom.

Tonight, I will erase
these words and begin

again: at noon, the hour
the light falls down...