I have been asking myself whether natural forms—a tree,
a cloud, a river, a stone, a flower—can be looked at and perceived as messages.
—John Berger
Shadows are being recalled
by their bodies
there are crows
leaving the trees; allow them
their cronks to distinguish
themselves from dusk
moving as sea-patterns
over the sleeping men
they know that we’re heartless:
immensities and vastnesses
made to become wind
moving through a house.