Frenzy
as if ariadne
unwound multiple
threads through
possible passages’
turns in time
to choose allat once
—
then he waits for the moment
it takes the bud to open
a hesitation between heart beats
only in the tense demarcation
of the word left unvoiced
—
silence is no more silent
than the thrum of blood
heard while holding one’s breath
in a dark moonless forest
listening and waiting for the next
twig snap to anticipate his approach
—
Decision Point
a rabbit a few leaps away
from the protective briar
sits still as his death
near a dandelion and waits
for her to notice him
from “sonnet.” (work in progress, line 12, syllable 7-10)
(February 2-12)
