I can’t do it anymore
shed the scent of my birth
& its undelivered light
stay here
inside the mountain’s fog
one mountain loves another
the shapes of trees
stalk me
I divine my sleep
the shape of snowfall & light
I’ve told no one the whereabouts
of my intent
to vow a silence
that cannot last
& then there is the shape
of light the shape of bird flight
the shape of my mind
the absence of a celestial
appearance announces
in the sky of our world
the births that do not give