That look ahead

is winding down slowly

as what I thought was faith

I find is hope. 


Last night

I heard a lizard scream—

no bigger than a minute-hand—

caught in a web of dust.


Only I could have

set it free.

I did what I had 

to do.


Today, now, this very hour

devours me,

and the hour before it,

and the hour before that hour.


It is a situation

beyond faith or hope—

beyond boundaries

of any kind.


I know.

I can see it out there,

in the sun on a rock,

eyes closed.

[From the series Along the Gulf]

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