There is only one thing,
infinitely complex
in all its depths and surfaces:

the moon, the brain,
drifts of river stones,
the subtle shadings of cloud,

a chipmunk on a branch
of glossy evergreen.
With delicate tiny hands

she picks yew berries
the color and shape
of red blood cells.

Her black bead eyes, lined with white,
gleam like moonlight
on river stones.