Visible From Space

In the crosswalk, a woman plods,
swinging her arms briskly.

One of many
who act out

the act

they are actually
performing.

While crop circles
parody
the desire to be seen

and I shove off
to look askance.

Doubt
is an out
of body experience.

Incognito Mode

This
morning stillness with its
occasional ripples, shivers,
shrugs —

seemingly unprovoked

*

If matter is tufted
energy, then energy

is what?

*

I ask because,
if I know anything,

it’s that each thing
is something else.

I Think

I come between
the furnace roar
and traffic

to divide them

and further
to distinguish
sound

from pressure.

*

“A thought and its
accompanying mental image,”
I say

to nobody,

causing three donkeys
to lift their heads
and stare.