And Then My Eyes Open

A cat or a rug?
Stella lies limp in the sun
Only her tail moves.










Windows are dirty;
World looks grimy and faint.
I need to go out.


Always tarts the same:
Same road, same trees, same rooster;
And then my eyes open.









Fence bars have collapsed;
Its posts have become a window
On the stream beyond.









The forest wood bird
Stares at the sky on its back;
Its eye unblinking.

Plane's hollow echo;
Crunch of car wheels on gravel;
Then, just my foot steps.










Sun, snow and shadows
Frame and mold the old tree stump;
A late winter sculpture.

The ancient stone wall
Built to last by patient hands,
Crumbled into ruins.