Monday Poem

Believing is Seeing

in the undergrowth
of an eastern wood a rabbit
not much bigger than a squirrel believes
there are eaters in the overgrowth
and sees them everywhere

it stops stock-still,
aware

as still as if its
clock had stopped
no twitch or blink
more stone than hare

believing in suddenness it sees
in every micro-acre of space
what its cells perceive
what it knows is there
what it must never
dare to unbelieve

by Jim Culleny
8/28/11

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