Into the dark



Drumbeat in the dark

moving shadow, kestrel flight

dust flickers, earlier lives.


Heartbeat in the light

morning hastens gloss

of possibility:


hare turns, dog whines

button up shut tight.


You bring laughter

mercurial: wheel of fortune turns

exactly as before.


Drumbeat in the night

in dreams I fly five hundred

years of this


& will you remember?


Fox call, rabbit dies;

all is passing time

a touch, a kiss, a memory


of how it should be.