The Untold World

The Untold World

The moon sheds its light
on the river which becomes the moon’s river.

The grass blades are tiny horses
galloping across the field.

Everywhere I turn
there is an emissary from an untold world.

There it is again, look closely
at the red gular pouch of a frigate bird.

There is nothing to alert you
to what sticks in your mind except the surprise of it.

I walk out into the dirt road
and I feel my bare feet touching some part of my life.

Sometimes a house is not a house.
It is a confluence of voices in different weather.

The trees on the other side of the mountain
are accoutering themselves without my seeing.

The snow falls in secret sometimes,
its messages delicate and irretrievable.