Listening to the Universe
first I sketched
leaves with the finest pointed pens
trying to replicate
details and
edges as precisely as my eyes
and hand could
later I drew pictures
after lights out
of my black and white striped cat
each morning
revealed blobs and unmeeting scribbles
Now I smell bark
taste cement,
pass
strangers’ faces lit like signs on my path
Sometimes I feel an unmanageable mess
in my head while sometimes
I slide through those moments
counting breath