Happy for nothing, we could be with no dinner to cook.
Absence is gigantic in our heads and houses.
We’re old and it’s bold to say so standing at the kitchen counter with the flashing red things.
The clock says midnight and we say yes.
When we go out, time always pays.
We spike our heads with copper ions and picnic with the breast explorers.
We’re riding the earth.
Non-motion is impossible.
"Change in the Grove of Chickadees" from Landscapes I & II. © 2006 by Lesle Lewis. Reprinted with the permission of Alice James Books.