There has been a sudden and unexpected death in my extended friendship network. This was not someone I was close to (though I liked her very much) but someone close to people close to me. Such a loss, at such a time...
. . . from the day before. Sorry, I couldn't move on until I'd worked on this some more:
Head crowded with voices from dreams
I stepped from my house this morning
into shivering air, trembling air, symphonies
of waxwings and robins, a percussion
of crows ... Why do we enter the future
with the past in our night pockets? Trees
shook with squirrel passions; goldfish
drifted from the pond's dark bottom
into pale water. At dusk the mountains
were scarved with mist.