The Gap

Between the act
and the thought behind it,
life exists
if I can find it.

what use is breathing
or anything
of my conceiving?


I cluck my tongue.
The vixen stares.

An open window
and fifteen feet between,
man and fox exchange a look.

She’s unafraid
though she runs from cars,
a mystery
only she can solve.

I’ve introduced myself.
We have an understanding.
She returns to the shadow world.
I close the window.