The sun behind the ridge
the field in its own shadow
going bluer when a rabbit
bursts from under snow
stretching and compressing in a dash
toward the woods and its deeper dens
leading me to shelter under buried ferns
to watch my flesh and bone
moving on the path
as still another thought
shelters in these words
to watch you read these lines
o kindred eyes
changing in the changing light
we are so many creatures.
