I am calm. I am calm. The yellow minute before the wind walks, when the leaves Turn up their hands, their pallors. It is so quiet here. The sheets, the faces, are white and stopped, like clocks.
Voices stand back and flatten.
Their visible hieroglyphs Flatten to parchment screens to keep the wind off. I am dumb and brown. I am a seed about to break. Dusk hoods me in blue now, like a Mary. Waiting lies heavy on my lids.