those wild geese
edging the clouds, my thoughts fly
beyond their wings
*
just one more row
I think, and knit one more and think
just one more row
*
the night pressed
its darkness into me, what
could I do but open
*
these ears
go on a long walk looking
for bird song
*
while no one’s watching
I trade all my molecules
with the night
*
did someone sow
all those stars, or did someone
trip and spill the bag
*
walking at two below
both questions and answers
come out as clouds
Fabulous last line!
I love that star-tripping stanza, and of course, the ending too. The knitting haiku is very curious, the way it ravels and ties up that knitting image. The words, the arrangement, the syntax, remind me of knitting.