on the other side
of the lake;
a space where
a cricket can
crawl between
the rock and the
moss that is leaning
up against
the tree.
A space just
small enough
to hide
from the wind
and the rain that
drives itself
against
the calm.
I shall find
THAT space.
There I shall
hunker down
and listen
for the sound of
the growing roots
and the seeping
rain
and the
sound
of brittle leaves
blowing over
the rocks.
It is quiet there.
And calm;
did I say calm?
Ciao!
TJM+
