Tangled Weeds from the Cold Stream

There is   for example    a dusty blue

when brown wings fold close to the body

the blue grosbeak   glorious   in the spot of sun

just before flight

there is   for example   the cold hand

reaching up from the depths   one perfectly blue sky morning

to grasp your ankle   take your breath

drape doubt’s black weight upon your shoulders

there is   for example    the brittle grass

crackling against silk and ankles

as you count steps inside an indigo kimono

hidden crickets rasp

there is    for example   the shiver when the cello

appeals to the violin   to the entire world really

listen   listen   don’t turn away

this dim notion of life’s myriad details matters