Quieting my gaze invites a smoky aura from the aspen
—an augur for allowing
what can’t be anticipated.

     An attentiveness to this world can excavate,
     rather than fill,
     the depths of my five senses.

     An ear, as a cavity, might attune to its own empty space
     and thereby grow more familiar with
     the resonances in other absences.

Offering the existent world as mirror
to its inexistent other half, I watch
how this alters what comes into view.