Sanctuary

Within the narrow passageway footfalls touch 

each patch of land. 

I feel my soul bracketed by small bones. 

Drawing breath then letting go. 

I avoid cliffs but not sparrows I watch and hear 

notes in crevices of the scale.

Slow horses make good scripts as they are shuffled 

from cubicle to musty smelling cubicle. 

The moon deserves my listening. 

Today I release a secret. Apologize, 

still lurching ahead, I tell myself. 

Light a candle to capture voice versus 

perfumed visual beauty remembered on its own.