Photograph of me from the back, walking on a path towards the sunrise with fog on the ground
spring field at daybreak
the silence between two steps
wider than the path
#Haiku #poetry
i thought
that silence
was empty
but it is full
of small continuings
seed head
in wind
light
on standing water
the far sound
of wings
and my old error
of believing
that what does not
speak
can not answer
#Poetry
all morning
the light
has been arriving
without hurry
over the field
over the creek
over the old fence
and the small flowers
no one planted
everything
receiving it
for a while
everything
letting it go
this may be
the only wisdom
the day
is willing
to offer
#Poetry
after speaking
the room
a slight pressure
where her voice had been
air remembering
its shape
outside
the galaxies
continuing
their slow
unwritten
liturgies
light traveling
ages
to arrive
here
on the
window
#Poetry
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the way in walking here it occurs that the path may not be through the field but through the moment that opens and closes without asking a gate made of air the grass still doing its old work of being green and not remembering how it got there i step and the world steps with me not forward not back only further in
the way in
#Poetry
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unsaid
the moon tonight
no farther
than the years
between
two words
never said
#Poetry
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the stone
keeps weather
names soften
under rain
but somewhere
the voice that spoke them
is still
crossing the air
like wind
through grass
no one planted
#Poetry
first
a word
to hold
the river
then
another
for the sky
and another
for the bird
crossing it
soon
the air
is full
of words
but the river
keeps going
the bird
already
gone
the sky
wider
than the sentence
trying
to follow
now
only
wind
in the grass
listening
still
#Poetry
the same sky
the river
carries
the same sky
past
the place
we once stood
grass
over the memory
wind
over the grass
somewhere
we are still
passing
#Poetry
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The Conjecture of Wolves in the snow the wolves are not wolves at first but a conjecture of moving shadows an argument the night makes i remember or invent a book in which every footprint is a letter and the whole meadow a page that refuses to keep its text the pack crosses the white like a single thought divided into bodies as if multiplicity were only a trick the mind employs to avoid its own solitude each breath is a brief fog erased as it appears memory too a tracker in the dark following a scent without a name if i were another man or this man in another winter i might say the wolves are hunger or fate or the old logic of blood but tonight they are something quieter a moving form of time a sentence without punctuation that will not stop for my meaning the moon cold and exact as a coin offered to charon pretends to be a witness the trees hold their black signatures over the page when the wolves vanish into the pines the field remains immaculate and yet altered as if the world had been read aloud and the reader closing the book left no mark except the faint knowledge that it would be read again -Gerhard Oevermann 2026
The Conjecture of Wolves
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after the word
evening
arrived whole
no edges
to correct
no meaning
to defend
the river
continued
flowing
without grammar
wind
without argument
and our hands
rested in the grass
#Poetry
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another name
misplaced
before dawn
far away
clean
the same sky
over tehran
over us
first light
touching
everything
#Poetry
the river kept going
under the bridge
under the word
under the news
under the long sentence
we were learning to say
it did not divide
it only moved
#Poetry
dust
in morning light
nothing is lost
only rearranged
#Poetry
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field of crows
murder
and still not that
#haiku
wolf’s cry
classified
into air
#haiku
lunar eclipse
shadow explained
smaller
#haiku
