Lying in a syrupy warm deep thinking darkness,

thoughts drift off on the night-time breeze as quickly as they arrive…

like little notes to the swaying trees.

The silence here, nature’s lacuna, among the impatiently jumping insects, is strange and eloquent…

I can feel the swaying wooden cathedral around me…

It’s holding its breath…waiting for the conclusion of time…the plot twist of eternity.

And as I lay in wait at my earthy altar, I spin a trap for love and wisdom…

                                                                                                                      catch what it may.