long ago

through all the words

thrown against the wind,

i would leave my crackling firehole

and fade into the woods.

here upon spotted rock, i sit and am alone.

in the faraway

i can hear the rushing of waters,

the mingle of voices,

a solitary dog yelp,

the cry of birds.

the trees are here beside me

and cover me from the world.

in the silence that presses against me

(and there is god in every tree)

i feel a little quieter now.