i see light dancing on tree bark,
frantic, as if it does not know
what it is or where it should be,
and is celebrating so with all around.
my eye closes and later opens
to see a small animal’s organs
laid bare on the pavement, everything
perfectly intact, right where it should be
and not (no flesh to be found).
my heart opened and later closed
for maintenance: give me a moment
just to put things in their place.
and then? where is it that i should be?
i would accept the softest touch or sound.