“this,” I said, in a mid-waking state, “this is spring,” this right now, this transitory, fleeting, evanescent moment
right there. I heard it crackle, I heard it crackle (again)
like a snake rustling through brittle leaves and then,
something inside me moved too, it was a rustle in that area below my heart
there things bubble up like when a twig falls in a well and water swells up — I swelled too.
It was a knock on the door, (a trumpet call) a large bell ringing, and here she is