“I don't go into town anymore.

I bring out the emergency in people and I don’t know why.

When I speak, women fall sick and stars

drop like dead birds from the night.

My home, instead, is on a ridge

where horses bow their heads and bear the elements.

Alone, I conduct experiments. I communicate with storms. I stack stones and make signs that only I can understand.

Is it possible to love the world so much it pushes you away?

My silence has a shape. A mirage in the desert.

I have learned to sit so still I can make my heart stop.”