in between
waking, walking
in its quietly
crows are sleeping
the birds
one body
whole in knowing
the body undulates
high in the trees
makes seen the unseen
dark tongues rippling
dreaming out
shadow of pure
(which then points toward it)
cold awake
crow known
I smell my scarf
yeasty from hot breath
circumambulate
three times sunwise
for safe passage
the park a mandala
map of mind
branches lacing
confusion and clarity
as light breaks the body opens sharply
spellbroken radial
outer edges peel
circum oak
circum knowing
shapes disperse and wheel
forms ululating
feather light lifts
flight lilting in me
what I’ve no need to carry
