6am in the holler
is a silence where lives
the whole wide world
shrunk to a stillness so deep
outside is just a notion
from a barely-remembered dream.
What rustles the leaves
swirls round the wood
brushes up against your cheek
is the sum of everything—
the single moment,
old and young as earth—
more true than your horizontal
empiricism. Put it away, brother.
Attune your eyes, sister.
Because it happens—now.
No comments:
Post a Comment