the book of Clouds and sHadows


Asking asks

In the shape of knowing

Saying; unknown! unbecome yourself!


should and would and could we

ask ourselves as much?


never are we what we were

were it ever we were we


who looks?

who tastes?

who sees?

who feels?




it be


suggestion and possibility

turn the faucet to our kindness

to fill the wish we wish to be


therein the basin we may see


The voice’s mouth behind our eyes

The resonance of moving gears

The shiftsome tilting of a mind

The silhouette around our fears