And when seasons turn again,
you also learn how you (may)
have to turn inward or outward
to sense selfhood like hardwood.
Listen to songbirds — or not —
to understand fullest silence:
languages of soundless sounds
and wavelengths of sights unseen.
Let the seasons wash through earth:
it elicits subtle limbic response.
Work to feel sap ebb and flow
and know — all terra’s seasons
reverberate when and wherever
they will: welcomed, or unwelcome.
. . . . .
08 apr | spb | after Erin Moure’s line:
“And you have to listen to language
and let it work and reverberate.”