I keep paring...and now I've gone from 3rd person to 1st...trying to take the preachiness out. The title is probably, I am not a ghost...:

I am not eyes and ears
in a box, waiting
for gods to cut the tape.

I am a simplicity
of odd stones,
tumbling.
I am a moment
whispering into the mouths
of waiting trees.

I am the grasses
and I am the deer
borrowing grace,
passing it on to
hungry beasts
and shiny beetles.

and naturally, there is a picture...

(yeah, i'm not using my catnapping nick...i figured maybe i'd make a nick for just my non-political stuff...narratives and poetry...besides, i've quit the BOF....they look too much like the BB, these days.)