ON SOME DAYS it appears
like happiness, the shadow
that wanders through the room
above unfinished matters. Outside
the dress pattern of the trees
is full of a sense of possibilities.
We’ve been eating blueberries
from overgrown graves,
and no-one knows how much
time lapse is contained in one word.
The light synchronizes us with the whistle
of dolphins which can see hidden things.
I can see a flock of birds flying
from your skin and imagine
a rationalist wearing a sombrero.