Soundless Sleep

Giving yourself, 
a gift of trash, you were 
waiting for the pain to return. 

A shadow overtakes you 
as if you were 
walking on the dry lake bed. 

An abandoned thought 
becomes a philosopher. 
How not to live again. 

The birder meets a rainstorm, 
on journey to unknown. 
The poet and water become one. 

Not easy to finish the 
line. Something has remained 
unsaid. The vultures descend.