Compliance is sensual,
it’s being with rivers
it’s riding time’s back

and being friendly with the night.
I hoped I was listening,
dawn a spasm of gentleness

pale through trees —
the witches have done their work again
and foiled the bosses a few more hours

look around, look all around
they whisper, watch us
rinse into the sky what is not color yet

watch and do nothing but be.