I don’t know what it is
about the vertical line
of the cat’s eye
how the world shrinks
into the frozen still-life
between running and readiness
breath fierce and calm
like sister and brother
What is it I don’t know
the beginning of the world
or was it only this morning
when the wind stopped
clouds forgot their way
the neighbors’ dogs
telling them what for
and the moon not full
Don’t I know this song
no tell-tale repetition
or give-away rhyme
the dance a hesitation
the voice sticks in the flute
eyelashes open and close
their mandolin curtains
rapidly or not at all
the blood sings down
narrow cliff-hanging
paths and trails
making up stories
for anything that moves
bamboo leaf fluttering
spider tight-rope walking
honey bee struggling
Is it what I don’t know
that keeps me here
my fingertips hovering
over the keyboard
my tongue pushing
against the backs
of my patiently waiting
rows of teeth
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