Tuesday, July 12, 2005

fished forty hats from the cellar scattering them in the space at the temple
hung fifteen pieces of fabric from pole to pole
placed three baskets side by side against the wall
tossed one pair of mukluks into a corner
dangled a set of wings on the door frame

recollecting is gathering all the loose ends and bits of memory to compress them between the seer and the seen

a blinding stillness