i don’t remember much: just the inconsolability. 

* 

in the time before language every expression 
needed their gestures. a chaotic silence: we  
assume it was. all the wants diminished &  
the needs tired by noon time.  

* 

in the absence of precision. here is a bird  
and there are the bees. And the trees?  
blow silently in the knowledge-less wind. 

* 

wind-burns on the pear skins. a voicemail  
cut off between the apex and a valley: 

* 

everything I do feels small and inconsequential  
says the ant leaf-back-ed and all that.  
We have to keep going some sound responds.  

I know.