ZERO + ONE

No thing, a zero in the amber of time, then one. At the edge of the mind a soft rime: then one.

The brook was running clear. Now it’s gone. I’m here, cried the killdeer, I’m here. Now it’s gone. Jewels of rain like We’ll grow rich with water, Like every number were prime. Then one. We built a small house in the womb of the woods. Twice you gave birth there. Now it’s gone. A storm sky etched by lightning, dissolved by light. Twelve bodies trenched with lye, then one. My name flashed in your mind, the[…]