pi & anne

i stumble on the forest floor
a gravelled wilderness inside
in life, my body”s tight-knit with my soul,
and then?

even i, in love with ink, shrink back
from any written word
the cruelty of humans
it shows
fear breaks its way

if this is made
who on earth has made it
welcome to my world
i just trust
after long consideration

waiting for another weather
but it’s the climate that changes
how we are
responding
to our own response

a slight crack
among the racing clouds
it might be blue
with all might
with all might.

at the bakery with a piece of plum cake
preparing for another day
i navigate the news of mankind becoming history
clearly they’re alike, and worse