Bunched at the toes 9/17/07

Bunched at the toes
Brittle, subtle, witch
Cradle, fable, spark
Tucked away
Shoved forcefully
Fitted
The scroll not yet created
The town not yet manifested
Ted told me
The coming
And the going
Staying in one place
For more than just a minute
Moving when the time comes
Spooning when the need arises Speaking, shaking, waking Talk inside the basement
Caf� nonchalant
Balcony support me
Stars rush out
Into the trees
The light absorbed
By patient action
Resort to reason
When the heart is cold
Report the season
As it moves creation