Right under the curl

Is the peaceful zest of the ocean

Lulling me into the full

Relaxation of water and furl

I hold my breathe deep

With a golden twirl

The silence beneath the waves

Is what keeps me going on

Can words press on the weight

Of time and place

So hold the timbre of holding

The whisper in the ears of

Wildness

How we can learn from each other

In the full summer bloom

Late into the fall

The weight of a whisper

Can have a toll

On us all

Over the spring fields

Slow yields

Into the summer

But for now the harvest of silence

Is upon the lips of the

Long grass

And the trees

As the summer vamps

Up from the southern

Breeze

Why

Not here right now

The winters cold

And the summer breeze

The invisible

Sights

Bursting at the seams

From the heights of Chicago

To the depth of Lake Michigan

To start again

So my letter reads

That love will win

In the dire hour

Of what can be

Amidst the evening flurry

Of the stars and moon

Out calls the fox

And the cat

To sing the song for the sleepless

Not to comfort or to ease

But to place a note

In the midnight air

Upon the ears

Of all of those who

Hear

In the middle of the night

Driving through the evening

With the folding up of another day

The moon rose

So strangely

That the moon

Had become a stranger

To my own eyes

I could not understand the shape

Or form

As the night wore on

I could rub my eyes

Only to see a stranger ahead