
the moon ‘s an echo
of the porchlight that burns
across the yard

the moon ‘s an echo
of the porchlight that burns
across the yard

two parrots peck
as a chipmunk watches -
the outsider
I fell into a deep dreamhole amid the broad daylight, and tumbled and tumbled, stumbling out in the dark of night. I lost so many hours of life where reflections shimmer. I could not breathe, nor could I float - I, the swimless swimmer. I dropped, lost in those reflections. They were my mind's great curse, luring me to a shimmer space that I could not traverse.