Close the eyes, and slip in
to that dark space.
A moment, then none.
No time.
I cannot explain.

in the pine woods
the water running by logs
and rafts
of flowers.

I come back, then go again.
A breath, or maybe more time passes.

In the dark: wavy changy patterns, like the bark
of Ponderosa.
The old trees dance so slow.
And the moons soft glow.
I can’t even see, anymore:
who I am
or how I’ll be.