Element
Under the curtain
of the Sitka spruce
I stand dumb
Beneath my feet
a stony language
buried in green
And the birds
I can’t handle the birds
Urgent chirps
behind my back
Grass lined up in lowercase l’s
italicized by the wind
The cloud opens its mouth
breathing vowels and light
I will never get over the earth
how each element invisibly
accommodates the next
It looks so easy
I think I could do that
stitch air to grass
slip into water
spin dervishly
in the wordless wind
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