I tied the hands
of a clock
like shoe laces
took pictures
over
and over
until the image
was exposed
in the shape
of a heart.
I found fingers –
in the staggering
corn stalks.
Two swans gliding through an old factory
the S of white necks
a soundless compression fracture
a time capsule hidden
in rusted pipe.
I curled myself against a wall
and waited –
(co-coon)
I curled myself –
for answers.