W-Fi

 

Last night I turned off the wi-fi

in my computer.

Then I turned off the wi-fi

in my head.

Stopped hearing thoughts

and started hearing frogs,

whisper of mist on a pond,

pure attention between raindrops,

a mouse

skittering through the empty bell

of this moment: 3 A.M.

I heard a well-tuned spider's web

plucked like a koto

by a single finger

of moonlight.

The sonic boom of a barn owl

breaking the speed

of darkness.

This is how to hunt at night.

Send out silence

to hold a deeper silence

in the talons of your breath.