small sequences
and turnings

I open my mouth to see 
past the ringing
to the bell

~

small smashings
incandescence

not-sleepings in deep dark

~

small tremblings and turnings
open your mouth

the rain jewels the green

~

small circles
and turnabouts

head in hand


day’s end

~

small branches of defense
this table

my unyielding
sorrow
bent
and always
so soft spoken

~

small lightnings
and their shadows
across this road
and under

fleeing

~

small victories
the pinch of cold
the cushioning heat

my mouth
open


~

small tokens and insurrections

your hand lifting

~

small frequencies of serendipity

two white moths
in the garden light

the lettuces gone to flower

~

small ramblings and objections overruled 
a lip of stone

your hand opening



rain that won’t fall

~

small instigations and silences
a pressure against the flutterings

at once familiar
and unknowable