The wind
growls
like a
freight train
coming through
the canyon
stopping for
no one
crashing
through me
without stopping
The wind
stops
the world
is silent
enough to hear
the trill
of invisible birds
and the hum
of hungry insects
hopping from
flower to flower
I sit
on the rocks
that once
sat on
the edge
of a
vast ocean
infinity
surrounds
and moves
past
the speck
that is me
growls
like a
freight train
coming through
the canyon
stopping for
no one
crashing
through me
without stopping
The wind
stops
the world
is silent
enough to hear
the trill
of invisible birds
and the hum
of hungry insects
hopping from
flower to flower
I sit
on the rocks
that once
sat on
the edge
of a
vast ocean
infinity
surrounds
and moves
past
the speck
that is me
4 comments:
awesome perspective, friar!
This is a great one. Good stuff.
Beautiful poem. Glad you've posted again. The grim reaper was getting pretty creepy!
Your poems always have such great texture to them. I can hear and feel the wind... swooosh.
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