a
study of pools at night
and
the crack of hooves
moving
between two points
I imagine
you as a forest
beside
a river or a river
beside
a field
never
blind or cold
swerving away easily
I
let my skirt hang down night on my arms & legs
night on my
bare arms the wind shifts
light
across their surface and the
water
shapelessly
nearer
In the city people stir in their skin and fall asleep again.
What time is it
the river splits its banks the river bends its legs over the
rock
the word is cascade
find the pattern and break it
you’re
grinning in the dark / I
invent
a new fear
what now
the
wind punches light across the water
the
river throws its feet
against
the rock
its
white feet
Cascade
Like a hard glossy photograph / the city below us sleeps
I’ll
go no further.
do
you hear me
the
river speaks a word of
applause
What
time is it?
In
this image the sky is shining in the dark
the
horses have turned back
