Interim is the word I would use the most cautiously,
How precarious its hum,
ear to earth, plumbing earth, earthwise.

From "The Soul's Landscape" (A Commerce of Moments)



Let’s say we leave out every thirdness, the odd drone
hovering over a bee-line, the loose tongue
in the uncommon serpent,
threading a twig... instead,
we slip into a commerce of moments: one-two,
one-two: noon gossip for midnight truth,
leaf-lethargy for home.
Two crows have scared the crickets balancing our luck –
a caw, a pull, a pause –
what could, what must become of a life.

From "The Tightrope" (A Commerce of Moments)