Some say a jar of water is bottomless because we can imagine it.
In the morning I feed the horse because he puts his face through the rusted gate.
In my imagination I am battlesinging though I can’t see my enemy–not today.
I call on the day to grow a heart, to see the bravery and happiness
Of people and animals. The day resists like hard vegetation–
Time is just undistinguished pages, that’s all,
& you’re better off listening to far off birds.