Believing

.
in the undergrowth of an eastern woods
a rabbit not much bigger than a squirrel
believes there’s an eater in the overgrowth

she feels it everywhere and stops

still

she waits as if her clock had quit,
more stone than hare— no twitch

believing in suddenness she sees
in every everywhere what her cells perceive,
what she knows is there, what she must never
unbelieve
.

by Jim Culleny
8/28/11

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