Equanimity is powerful if and only
the boys come home in commas
to the girls in uniform frankness
and the sky provides a requisite sense
of being somewhere co-created
not necessarily alone but unique
in having tamed wild beasts
with hot buttered tea true enough
in unisex jackets. Alternatively,
leaving home
the adept adapts
and fear floats free from me
to the ends of the earth
through backflow
to black beginning
No bird sings the hour