Find me
In the hollow of your hand, clutching
fallen dreams

In the salt of your tears, burnishing
the wounds of old Seville

In the bristles of your broom
sweeping alleys
on the crescent of the moon

Find me
In the crystal bowl, galloping
through liquid chambers

In the speckled eel, coiling
like a dancer’s lunar train

In a child’s first breath at
the Banquet of Words

Find me
In the smallest worm, crawling
through the brambles

In the fragile caterpillar, propping
temples on common ground

In the burnt weed, floundering
on sacred mounds

Find me
at your feet, a solitary ant,
bewildered
by the commerce of devils

Find me
the desert pebble
on a snowcapped mountain
insignificant and bare

near the midnight border
of somewhere, Anywhere