How can I breathe, without air? you asked yourself.
(I’m wondering about that, too.)

As soon as he realized he was lost, that
in kicking around his new job in his head,
the new people he'd met, and how

Another feast day, and the bells are ringing.
The bells are ringing, and not more
than a handful of versts from here,

I think of the old pipes,
how everything white
in my house is rust-stained

Who cares which car or truck
shattered the groundhog’s logic

Far above the malleable half-rib floater,
a sudden unexpected pain

Watch out for power
for its avalanche can bury you,
snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain.

On the Irish coast, a rutted road
traced a winding track along the wind-
scored face of a limestone bluff.

Perhaps the earth is floating,
I do not know.
Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups

From the sea came a hand,
ignorant as a penny,
troubled with the salt of its mother,