In the darkening moon,
it is still warm.
Take off your shoes.
Shush. Listen.
Your feet will feel it.
How is it helpful?
I choose desire —
to brood and wish.
I play with pictures and scenery.
But in the moment,
joyfully alone.
Still,
I want it to go the way I want it to go and wish for what is not there.
Shush. Listen.
Your feet will feel it.
They are trying to teach a lesson.
I wish I were companionable,
a lithe form to fit,
and willing to turn two into something less than one.
What can we do?
Keep tuning the aerial.
The words are in the wind.
What a vast task of instruction.
Shush. Listen.
Your feet will feel it.
It is coming for you too.
looking for roots 