hush hush the sound of the moon
                                                            budding on the float of its own white voice
 
each each the very very crickets
                                                            snug in the pitch of their stringing
 
a whorl I am a mouth for a bed
                                                            the music that melts with a quiver
 
nests in the eye a wooled story
                                                            the bone dreams in the body I am
 
up up a bird thinks flight so is
                                                            the sight of chirp and warble
 
the branch it lights is perch
                                                            as feather is a breath of color
 
down down is also under
                                                            where above is a quiet sheen
 
the night a page the stars stop
                                                            its black words drop in me
 
their silence a simple in in
                                                            that rests in rests and sleep