Say you are out for a walk
And somewhere through the trees
You walk out of everything in your head

Or off by a window in thought
And what you look out to
A crease of trees perhaps you don’t see at all
But what you are thinking there in the trees

As you open like this through a window
Or walk and walk into a glazing
Then say darkness falls

Darkness farther back than the cave you felt into
Farther back than violence to animals

Darkness farther back than water you dove into
Hands in front of your face
To feel your way down and know
This darkness did not begin did not gather

Then something backing off it seems as you come in
Re-renters you and crosses you over
The sleep of the living and the dead