heard/felt

The water was so clear that he saw him moving below like a tarnished shark among the blue ones that crossed his path with out touching.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

He dreams most nights of a gravel pit

and a grove close by.

He is the same one in the living room.

The same one in the water -

if he feels like he is the same or if he doesn't.

In the living room he is on the floor

road kill deer open at his knees.

The organs fit into his hands

gone searching for spine.

He taught himself to read braile one summer

and now feels everything.

The bumps of ribs under fur say

t h e g o a t g o d p a n i s d e a d

Inside, the bulges of the lungs say something else.

In the water he touches nothing.

Hands spread feel words far off.