inanimated

the long gush
of appointments
bleed from my diary

i hunt to locate
one free day

and there i am
sitting alone
in a forest
on a seat
of pine needles

snow petals
perambulating down

in a camphor bowl
two gingko seeds
remind me
of extinct
friends

i roll them back and forth
to enjoy
the soft rumbling caress
of wood on wood

three silver eyes
dance
on a limb
their mossy feathers
tick, tick, tick

lowering the bowl
i try not
to move

it is excellent to notice
the moments
of elation
between
animation