Shoes slide, and I fall sideways. Stunned, no pain
no blood, but a mound's slowly rising near a shin
bone red and burning like a mountain being born.

Fog peeks around a hillside,
and a boulder poised to fall
into "the incommensurable
abyss that yauns within us"
takes notice.

To be a ghost
                    means
you can't staunch
your own wounds.