i found three mice in the straw sack,
three tiny lives
and they had nowhere left to hide.
up and down the sides,
round and around
i found them.
there above were the first stars shining
already the day was dying,
those brown little bodies
round and around,
con-trails cross hatched the sky,
i could hear laughter in adjoining houses
and never felt more alone.
but never more at one with my world.
upended, and with greater wisdom
i tipped the sack, and out they poured,
with dust and the world they’d made in straw
onto the path
where i watched them run away.