Leaves turn

tumble me over

slight breeze

of dirt soft

sky-

grasses flow amongst

thickets    bone

dried in time,

the rock listens

like gentle rain

in earth- its ears

grow up and around

like fingers,

cool feathers

of thought entwined

where

echoes reside

and fracture;

divine themselves through

twisted sticks

I hear

silence of stars

brush wind

against my lips   face   skin-

a soft wonder of

stone

walks over me

around and

under

I stand.