it’s 2008

and for one summer

every morning at five

i rise and write

gather and sift

look out over

this hour before me

becomes we

but that is not true

there is no separation

of states

everything becomes

star etched

footsteps

lift like sun, echo

light from a distance

draws down

don’t stare

float toward it

hajimeru

empezar

begin

to understand

you cannot find

the beginning.