"SIMPLICITY IS THE GLORY OF EXPRESSION"

mist subtracts the world
from itself bit by bit

where did those trees go
they were here just

a minute ago didn't
see them steal away

the house it would appear
we have lost it

the stream is still there
but only in its song-over-stones

an invisible cow lows
to another invisible lowing cow

the world has been
put in mothballs

wrapped carefully
in cotton wool

as if it was going to be
put into storage

stored somewhere
in an attic for when

we would be
needing it again


all that is left
is such a simple thing

me tied to you
like some emotional mountaineer

the guide rope
of your laughter

and every other step
a Whitman quote

leading me on
to home

not needing
eyes to see

your voice
creating the path