Stop narrating:
hold up
a glass, a stem,
a feather, one
after another.
Let story
fill the space
around them.

Stop narrating:
leap randomly
around the room,
across the clearing,
from one
roof to another.
Let the angles of the path
define sacred
geometry.

Stop narrating,
suddenly cease even
to gesture;
freeze pointing up
and slightly to the right.
Let anyone’s eyes
follow that
wherever it goes,
any number of stops
along the way
will be valid, some few
will not be;

hard to tell them from
one another

and seriously,
it’s not that
necessary — stop narrating,

don’t say a word about it,
it will pass.