As I Sit

life likes to sit
on precarious ledges
dangling from infinities
as though they were zeroes

expanding and changing
life surmounts every summit
with no goal in mind
without thought of end

as I sit and write
hawks soar, cicadas sing
periwinkles cling for their lives
as I sit, as I write

coils innumerable
following hidden order
hold within them ancient texts
and pass them along