The difficulty to think at the end of day,
When the shapeless shadow covers the sun
And nothing is left except light on your fur—
….and August the most peaceful month.
To be, in the grass, in the peacefullest time,
And to feel that the light is a rabbit-light
In which everything is meant for you
And nothing need be explained;
You become a self that fills the four corners of
~Wallace Stevens, from “A Rabbit As King of the Ghosts”
August brims with fullness in need of emptying –
a spilling over of light and sun and heat.
With so much of everything in mid-summer,
I welcome relief
in a cool whiff of a misty morning.
Even my rabbit-light fur
is beginning to darken and in-fill
in anticipation of long dark winter days.
Like the pulsing vessels
in twitching transparent ears,
both warming and cooling,
I will fill the empty spaces.
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