Right now, I am going on a journey

To the kind voice.

In cold pools, below gray sands,

I want to drink.

A lazy girl laughs at me.

The moon lets itself fall into the dark pines.

I think of that strange star

At the center of a pine twig.

Animals are very quiet

As they follow solitary people down paths.

I lie back in the grass, shameless,

And surrender to that voice.

My bare forearms are wet

With dew.