As being is to begin.
Laid down among the signs a self assigned. Decided it was only
ever upward unto nothing, grass and wildflowers, each stem the
very thread of trembling, as little weight as color on the eye. There
was an order you could choose to enter, another, in doing so, to
leave. You were, as before a river or tree decides to branch.
first
published in the chapbook, Pilgrim.