[Photo: David Kramer]
The Hush
is hearing
yourself blink
a seductive vent
where words vanish
before they are
blown apart
a child believing
in a dandelion
or a log bridgeovertook with snow
the signs and temples
along the way
where we must walk
all messiah-like
on the half-frozen waterof the Siamese Ponds
chanting our mantras
on purposeful accident