Themes

They are coming: some
bending for support
for a stage which can house them
a language which can choose them

to welcome them so far so good
from garden, from window
with you, and without me
fostering their silent embryos

they tell us we want a place:
to incubate long hours
refined and careful
not exactly non-human

I am glad to have contracted
such company. We are surrounded:
a silence already explains presence
a wordless morning, a windless night

a chorus of existence in their arrival
in rooms, parks, houses
behind locked doors
they make neighbors. No!