Crouching quickly behind boxwoods during a game with my children.
A rabbit so unused to seeing wild humans eye-to-eye at root level
didn’t spook for thirty seconds. Later the yard will be firefly full,
Signals hazing in and out like ashes in reverse, a house
That used to be here unburning from the ground, the family whole
And healthy, the front porch boards reconstituting under the feet
Of my daughter as she takes a picture of the moon through
The geared leaves of tall walnut trees, the game she made up
releasing its antitoxin into the soil that makes it possible to remember
And inhibits the growth of competitive species of thought.