Surfaces lie.
Smooth and perfect,
Hiding what scampers

Clear paths offer
Direction through,
And around,
Undisturbed landscape.

Field mice tunneling in snow.
Water sliding beneath ice.
Rabbits huddled in holes.
Feelings under a face.

In a Blink

In the draw
Tucked under tamarisk
Mother chewing nearby

The calf takes in
The Big Sky
Stretching beyond the horizon

Stretching beyond any imagination
Pointing an accusing finger at
Jupiter’s moons, the milky way

A black hole suggesting
Something, someone who
Shaped its gravitational forces

The sun sets before
The youth’s sleepy eyes
Closing before the universe

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