the slender thread

is still present

glinting in sunlight

in periphery

tangent

across the retina

a thread stretched

across three steps

lit by sunlight

at column base

glint

of speed shoulders wind

former house

today

a hawk flew into the oak tree

on the tangent road to the knot

and the road down out of the mountains;

it stayed among the branches, large,

a bird; a bird that had flown all the way

from Spain

it stayed in the middlemost

of the five panes of glass

against the grey

matter

the oak tree taught me   how to meditate

the sky showed me the knot

knot contained and was and is house

suspended on road      as bead

on thread      threaded

pierced            it stays

remains   was left

persists;          the oak tree   with the doe

eye

at the edge

of the ravine

the doe eye is neither blank nor vacant

stare

it is

among

the branches of the tree

india today is grey

the gingko leaf fans golden

on the sidewalk. . .    in the space

behind the globe. . .    above the eyes

just there and remains so

despite

in thicket

(the) small knot is white moon

and also the small knot moon

separated by space

on bamboo stalk

and straight spine

i took the knot

which was the tiger’s right eye

the left eye was also black on wire

there was nothing to do but wait (inside)

until the one eye turned to moon

and the other to another moon

which was the knob of a closed door

both spheres of light — one on a horizon line  — that division of sea

and sky

the other in a concrete wall.

slender leaf

on blue

all others also waving

the bamboo ended up

on curve

space between knots

the robin walked across the lawn

it disappeared behind the dogwood

softened red and yellow, golden