Not as thimble as I used to be
So and so what, thread bare
I crawled out of mourning this bed
drumming up, dreaming, cessations
I thought were sensations
that up on a stage of lying
down, down-sizing, impending dormancy
why the words are missing
How the names once knew
When I forget I forgot
That creek in my back
trickled backward as if time
were a park in the walk
as if space were a dunce in the sun