Extract from Chat Rooms and Envelopes

Think of a park after snow
two tone trees
white mounds where shrubs
have vanished -
its crystalline expanse
the white tablet
nothing has touched

and you about to rush
headlong into it...

when everything in you
should be waiting
silent as a lens.

Wait longer, until
from the other end
of the park - you see
there is someone there -
a figure is walking
to reach the centre.

That is where you too
thinking your warmest thoughts
must walk by a separate path
some time in the future soon
until you reach that spot:
the intersection where
your trail of footsteps
meets that trail -

keep walking
calmly and without extraneous
movement, knowing that

the two lines of footprints,

where you did not meet,

will cross crookedly, yours

and those - you won't regret

the compactness of this hieroglyph.