interlude

MOMENTS


                  while writing to the west
                          entering with eyes closed
I rest on the floor of the mountain


                                while writing to the south
                                        driftwood traces curves in the sand
                  as my wooden hand along the curve of a naked back


                                              while writing to the east
                                                    a jealous dog growls on the threshold
                                the stone mosaic of geometric patterns


                          while writing to the north
                                halfway to the other horizon
I set my sombrero on the peak of the valley