(A furtively insensible glance beneath the foliage: The dawningmist caresses the stones.) Striding hidden through (the belonging pondweed) Climbing over a rained creek (inside a soft misty rain) Reading in raindrops on rose-hip; (my property) I am clear. Clearer than wellwaters megin I am clear on what is dead with this life. Clear. Harder than … Continue reading FINISHED WITH DEATH IN LIFE