trout

An account

It does not want so it does
not want to be
included. If it falls
off the window ledge
the experience is ours:
dust does not perceive
the view it drops

through to a lake that is
neither wet nor dry
for either the dust or itself, being
selfless. Surrounded
by stones that donÕt know
their location on the map
our feet enact

under a sun that is said to
set by us yet never does
the current directs weed without
intention: good and bad belong
elsewhere. If our daughter
sinks for the third time
it is of no account to the sludge

she stirs but does not disturb.

9.6.1991, Cathedral Square, Christchurch