to the left of the left hemisphere

at the temple, above it, outside, out the window

bird-song, conversant, fluid – in the branches

of the lucid trees; and that patter of the coffee-

maker, exhalation, hum, to the right; foot-

steps, in the aftermath of water running –

sink, tub, splosh – outside something like

dendrites, the filaments of corn-silks

draped – with creatures beaking, tweaking,

nittering staccato across the interlace –

for maybe, one thousand days.

for fifty years, or fifty-seven