HIDDEN BEHIND BELOW the courthouse square almost empty but for sparrows and that shadow at the shrubs' feet that just now twitched deeper into the tangled stems the thought that is the grandparent to your thought remains in the world though its stillness makes it undetectable all the midnights of the years will crowd around the next twelve struck you are not the same though from moment to moment you think you are hidden behind below is another depth so weighted with all the nows that everything blurs in it and its density of experience harder than what made it becomes another experience