after a letter from Priscilla
Paper thin, the waspy animation of the day
seems to have worn my body out.
Very suddenly the crickets started singing
and that was the beginning of the crickets.
This afternoon a fox walked right out in the open
as though the hunters were dancing with the village girls
I liked to play the game of circling the tree
like Pooh and Piglet, finding their own trail.
Can you hear that? That's a barred owl.
Once one of them gets going they'll do it over and over and over.
The coyotes make a wild, insane noise;
sometimes we feel a bit extraneous in our own home.
I went for my walk this morning;
it was a very cool day; it had gotten very hot for a while; then the rain came.
We have had bats get into the house;
they're amazingly agile... but it's hard for them to find the way out.
I can see the dark of trees across the road, and the skies starting to lighten
so it's kind of a deep blue now.
A kite was flying far overhead, paper-thin as a wasp;
how long and slow, arduous any recovery.
September 15, 2004