Standstill

(older poem)





I am not sure
about all this

moving on

that waits the time
stand still & forgets
'til dawn.

This crypt
of shuddered rip
from the light & run

through haze of lunch
on snake & Sun.

Evening breeze
& soothing hum,

stone to  wretch
the offered apple
& pray.

On the gorge a cross
to break for day.

I do not know
how I can
stand still:

retired to the wind
in movement, calm.

These nails
of silence
from the night &

gone.