High Definition
As we reenter the woods
a tiring sun drops
behind a cloud and
the light goes flat —
which at this time of day
is magical, throwing all
into high relief:
leaves, fronds, grasses,
vines as big as our wrists,
stones restive and impassive,
intricate cities of root.
Water and creature
harmonize —
weaving the numinous
material into their songs –
All equally illuminated
All equally shadowed
All worthy.
Vibrance
Sometimes
I think
I can see
the air quiver
like detecting
a fine rain
through a
double-paned window —
movement
without substance —
life
without a body —
a form
of music
that is more vibration
than atoms
and if I quiet
can sense
its twin
answer with longing
from within.
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