Being with the Secret Things
I am too alone in this world, and not alone enough
to make every moment holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my
as it goes toward action.
and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times
when something is coming near.
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
A photo montage of the past 2 months or so.