Evensong

There is a whispering wood...

At a breakneck speed,

I am...

Weaving through stacks

Of trees, and tracking

An enigma that can

Not be seen...

...It's calling...

"Are you there?...O, can you hear?...

...For so long I felt your presence

From the back vaults

Of my eyes..."

Now on the hunt

I cannot seem

To upend or to capsize

The ponderous stone

That is

Your dwelling

In this hinterland

Of half-light...

Leave me with a chip or shred!...

Something I'll

Take home to bed...

Saturate me to the bone...

Heed my plea, so I can strive...

7/22/24

Bunny Villaire