Further search unveils but deeper silence
Not just a circle but a sphere –
Nowhere to go, nothing to find.
More and more
Letting slip the anchor hold
Bearing down on the trust of Being,
Tree song bending in wind shifts.
Last-light’s dawn is breaking,
In and out of inky shadows darting
Stuttering flickering flight
Bats busy chasing the fullness of cycles.
Cutting into the diamond ice
Pushing out the belly of the year -
At the edge quiet holding,
One breath, no breath.
Two heads above the parapet
Fledgling swallows waiting
Mackerel sky spreading from the West,
No where else to be.
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