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, i feel a little quieter now.
StoryGirl 