Leaf Litter on Rock Face

Things are not

unmoving (or else what   

is ing there for?)

The things once-living   

fall on the never-living   

all the more movingly for the eye

that passes over them.

The wind wells up

to spill a trail

of onces off the nevers,

take opaque from eye

to mind, or near it —

every rocking takes some leaving

to a stonish spirit.