Sucker Hole

"I got lost inside a dream

That left me captain of none

And nothing." Making a world

For myself, oui, qui est bien,

I waited in a meadow

Surrounded by conifers

Where nothing seemed to happen.

Occasionally, the wind

Picked up enough to whisper

Through the compliant branches

And tease apart sodden skies

So that a blue sucker hole

Could let through a shaft of sun

That turned woods and meadow gold.

Occasionally, a grouse,

Murmuring and harrumphing

To herself, appeared briefly

Along the path through the grass,

Or a territorial squirrel

Would madly exert itself

In convulsive chittering.

That was it. No mammals showed,

Other than me and the squirrel.

The storm never broke. No trees

Blew over. Even the bees

And the flies rarely bothered

To bother my attention.

I wanted never to leave.