This small place
with its invisible wall
and nowhere
to stumble
on the smooth black streets.
How do I judge it?
The house on the hill
catches the first low light,
casts its shadow across the valley.
Leaves are silhouettes
on high thin twigs
where the unknown
touches the known
How light the air,
the earth, the sounds;
what could be more evident
than infiniteness in time,
this open time.