as an oblate
white dappled sky, as if just any time
can repeat such a phrase at that height.
can the safety of breakfasts protect us?
could this rock unlock motion? Born
of motion to lie here sleeping. What will
come of us?
with eternal context for this patio—
fusion of years in systems, through trials,
that holding the fingers just-so
heals the body of traveling pains.
Then watched, till everyone who ate,
wall the garden to deflect threats
breed the humble
seed into a web of visions,
a buzzing-opolis of hive life.
the silent ones converse in nectars.
Roots and hairs waver in the unseen
moon-pull. Having hawk-eye view of sky’s
underside, is that all is below, and before
is above. By before, meaning, before
before. “In flight” before birds.
as a forethought pushes up
through the hardpan.