ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 7
HIDDEN BEHIND BELOW
the courthouse square almost empty
but for sparrows and that shadow
at the shrubs' feet that just now
twitched deeper into the tangled stems
the thought that is the grandparent
to your thought remains in the world
though its stillness makes it
undetectable
all the midnights of the years
will crowd around the next twelve struck
you are not the same
though from moment to moment
you think you are
hidden behind below
is another depth so weighted
with all the nows that
everything blurs in it
and its density of experience
harder than what made it
becomes another experience