What is it that you don’t see about omniscience, can’t wrap your sight around? Sure, the point of point of view is murky on
I sleep the sleep of winter hours, the owl- soft flight come swooping down from sovereign dark when grass bends windward where a small
When he rises first, steps downstairs softly in darkness to stir up the fire, start coffee, and the dog, who’s slept heavy as my
You were right about the rain. I wanted to see the snow fall, the wind as sharp as the switches from the elderberry bush,