ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 7
4/27/97
the light rain
crow perched outside my door
awaiting my chance
the mist in the trees
like a visitor
the animals that spoke in the night
left their voices on the ground
I am a visitor
I never learn enough
courage or loneliness
from your voice
the pocket of my right eyelid
where I keep the numbers
twitches
I peer at the soil
I listen
hawk's challenge
a truck passes on the road
someone chops
my breath is a book
words and numbers fill it
if I read it
if I praised its magic
my future would find itself