Wi-Fi

Last night I turned off the wi-fi
in my computer.
Then I turned off the wi-fi
in my head.
Stopped hearing my thoughts
and started hearing frogs,
mist nestling on a pond,
whisper of pure attention
between raindrops,
a mouse
skittering through the empty bell
of this moment: 3:01 A.M.
A well-tuned spider's web
plucked like a koto
by a single finger
of moonlight.
Sonic boom of a barn owl
breaking the speed
of darkness.
This is how to hunt at night:
send out your waves of silence
to gather deeper silence
in the talons
of your breath.