THE QUIET HUM OF UNSPOKEN THINGS

words and words

a leaf (d ancing in midair) has whispered all that i need to know�" (oh!) there is (a sky beyond a sky)

       &           the       way

the sun spills across each shadowed thing�" (trees leaning to catch tomorrow’s wind)

     ah,

& how

                    I am   made    of

                          (e) motion�"

the quiet hum of things (half- forgotten)

  even   now,

                    stars are      stitching

whispers into night’s skin; and we�" (such fragile breaths) are pulled (together)

by the same endless thread.

:: 10.08.2024 ::