w a n d e r e r
Have you ever wandered somewhere…
And maybe it was the way the ground
after a rainfall,
or the way the w i n d picks up
just as the clouds form together overhead-
like black thickening
smoke in the clear air.
But it moves you, and you feel
that something beautiful or terrible
has happened here.
You can feel
the forgotten story
resting just beneath the earth’s surface.
You pierce it
and let the feeling r e s o n a t e
in your bones.
Soaking in the hurried
w h i s p e r s
of stories passed.