The first morning

after moving back

into our bedroom

(the coolest room in the house,

this unnaturally hot summer)

I listen to the magpies

in the pine grove outside the window,

squirting vocal elasticies in the wind

A tiny insect

(I'd need a magnifying glass)

just walked across the page

of the notebook

A nurse on the phone

just gave me a plausible

(or possible)

reason

for the cramp pain

in my buttock

I feel like eavesdroppping,

reading Alan Watts' letters