Jumps About Like a Monkey

As car whizzes by
The trees don't even tremble;
Forest is so still.

 

Already my mind
Jumps about like a monkey.
I have to go out.

Lying dead and green
Fallen firs from former storm;
Sky is thickly gray.

 

Smoke from the chimney;
Mirror ripples in the stream;
Chirp of a lone bird.

 

 

 The tangled tree limbs
Hold two abandoned birds' nests--
Ancient sacrifice?

Delicate frosting
Covers the perfect round balls;
(But it's still horse shit).

 

White dots on the pine:
Fresh frozen freckles of snow
Waiting for their kin.

By the singing woods;
Moss, ancient rocks, snow and pine;
I can still mind fuck.