Prone

For the most part, I learned how to listen.

Here is the secret:
sit restively, lean forward, and always
be the one speaking.

My friends were gracious with their circumstances.
Whatever

was solely farce ran far from sight,
like a hard rain is unbelievable to an anemone -
more enviable than mistaking it all
as desert.

Still, you are never so real as when
I am. Neither my imaginations, or
my body. Could it

be otherwise? Either we are prone to decorating
even the trees and the thunder with ourselves
or we are prone.