outside

outside
there is a stone
the color of the evening sky
it disappears into the night
as the sound of rain
stretches into the future
a bird
a heron is fishing for his dinner
seeing through reflections
brighter than he is
for that sustaining pulse
the heartbeat
that feeds the stomach
the surgeon of the night sky
restores dead things
with the power of sound

asleep

Bit by Bit
I disappear
There are no cows
nor horses here
there is no land
to give me strength
sky silver blue
held at length
nothing closer
than the arm
the day
a bubble
the world
beyond
the planes
that left their trails
before
eaten by
the evening star
the intervening
breath
before darkness
lays its wreath
between
the devil
and the deep
a falling inward
asleep