The heart has laws
that transcend those
of the highest courts
and leave the latter's in woeful throes.

I stepped back
into the corridor of the past
'You aren't welcome!'
(It sternly reprimanded!)

  You've your own life
  mine too I've crafted
at different directions we now look
  we should best stay parted

   for nothing do I owe you
   though me you once commanded
   from your chain I've broken
   all your obstacles I've circumvented-

   don't you come this way again
   I'll have you relentlessly stranded
   you might hold me in my thought
   but I don't want to be remembered!"

IN THE DEEP MIDWINTER

the fox pauses

a paw
left in mid air

resting upon
a clump of darkness

the fox listens intently
the countryside listens to the fox's
listening

a stillness fall
upon all
a snail stops mid wall

nothing moves
the fox's eye glistens
the world holds its breath

the fox trots
as if in a dream
across countryside that's never been

my face reflected
in the diorama
the museum closing for the night