We collect eggs,
to watch them hatch outside
of the basket.
We watch clocks,
and wonder what it is,
that we don't want.
We let the slipperiness of spring,
get into us
and out of us---
All over us
and somehow,
away from us.
It's as natural as
the shadow over the moon-
It's as natural as
passing of noon-
It's as natural
as negotiating a release-
It's as natural
as forging a lease.
it's as unnatural as wanting to turn off,
by being turned on.
Your nature,
is your nature,
and my nature,
is my nature-
and the silence,
is now,
an answer.
There were 3 words;
the way we were,
and the way,
we wanted to see ourselves.
