between River and Rock pt. I: noon

There’s much that we don’t undergo
but, puppies collar-drawn by cart,
submit, and hide ourselves deep down
inside – our underground.

Beneath, it seems small shadow-dreams
nourished by deeper, darker soil
blossom more brightly, even, than
the light beyond night skies.

So balanced, even, beyond breath
puppets self-drawn by master strings,
eyes hollowed from the inside out
to swallow everything,
we see.