IT WAS PROBABLY THE LAUGHTER LAST NIGHT

I have half-heartedly
placed the seedling
in the soil. Now there is only
to wait and see what benefits
will come of it. And
they’re all benefits.

The darkness, like snowflakes, carefully
descends all around us. It is
sometimes easier noticed.

At the bottom of the hill, bats circle
in a figure-eight motion.
Perhaps it is their own
form of unconscious worship.

(21 December 2006)