Like a star with a hand
behind it, the lost
body we share
on the other edge, light
dust and the sheen of camouflage.
I lie again
on wet grass, where
dogs read the earth's hollow
noise each day
and magpies
couple & one child
sustained by mobility
hook me to the ground,
space expanding below, the motionless
planet
bright threshold
where wings where the dogs
chase living long
since the birds fly up,
the signs murmur
deep unevenness.
And from the hemisphere
of doubt, some
bright spark
inconsolable
attractiveness, the thief
unable to imagine
a soft underbelly
shielding
the limits of increase.