AS WHEN SOMEONE IN AUTUMN…
What we don’t notice
as the fairies circle
about us, is time.
The endless carpet the eyes
pace upon, is space.
Water is what we’re made of
(we’re portable swimming pools).
The earth is always thirsty,
so it sucks the life out of our bodies.
As when a warm wind starts to blow,
when it whirls the dust
as if dust from decaying cells
of everything alive or dead...
There’s something strange in the air,
do you feel it? As when someone
sets our fields to fire after having
harvested life from them.