.
after two months silence
one rabbit ran wildly through
the headlight’s pool, crazed
.
by the thrill of light
against dark winter days, crazed
by the sound of my
.
truck after months of
soft skitters, just
dry branches clicking.
.
I’ve missed the raucous
presence of animals, wild
and separately
.
alive outside of my
cluttered hands’ obsession
to control: one
.
reminder that i
remain small to the world,
yet present.
.
which i
believe promises that we could
meet again.
why not.
orphan poems 