In Limbo 2

  she fell and broke her foot. her head bled and they cried 'get some ice," a voice screamed. 'may be I am dying. glass rain,  piercing, cruel, hot. "All my precious  ceramics and china!" detachment coerced upon the heart that loves; lying in bed the bare walls enclose upon her, resounding with blabbers  of children and grandchildren: first  words, first steps, falling crying  laughing. She smiles. The rupture  in her head hurts. Like a kitten  tangled up in a ball of wool it had  never intended to unravel, she lies there in the debris of daily life,  softly moaning. Eleven birds in the twirling depths of  skies: craned neck, eyes squinting  trying to communicate with the  dancing song of the winged beings "take me  with you, I who wanders  alone these stretches of red earth  looking for feathers, stones and  some meaning lost and never found";  a snake slithers past shy unsure  shedding the s...

  write to me with the spume and spray of the rumbling  ocean; write to  me with the  susurrant gold of barley fields  swaying in the  wind; write to  me with the  soft smudge  of the inky  clouds hovering  over a lonely  porch; write to  me with the  cool breath of a winter morning leaning against  bay windows  wanting to  sneak in; write to me with  twilight silence  clamped over  the silhouette of the tall sycamore in your backyard; write...