Mount Repose

Here I am
crushed beneath
the mountain of my sleep
sitting softly
level on the fence
balancing my repose
as I am
crushed beneath
the mountain of my sleep
sliding fluidly
dancing with the stars
balancing my repose
and I am
crushed beneath
the mountain of my sleep
where I dream in keys
and numbers and footprints
and echoes and sand
and sun beneath
the mountain of my sleep.

in full bloom

to the west
is a settled lonely
blooming Sour Cherry tree,
the dark-red morello
will ripen soon.

to the east
is the Great Caspian
where Stenka Razin,
the sea rebel,
made his glorious raid.

these two directions
are the same.