Outside

A brain notes a patch of sun
On a cliff wall in the clouds.
Good job, brain. Pay attention,

The brain advises itself,
In the language of the mind.
The mind has its own interests

In things like spots of sunlight.
It rummages through its piles
Of collected detritus,

Looking for some useful tool
To make the light meaningful.
The light signifies the clouds

Have broken up, the weather
Could be changing, but it means
What the mind can bring to it,

The hauntedness of a life,
The appearance of mercy
In the indifferent stones.

It means the mind is outside
As well as inside the brain,
If the light grows while it rains.