I, awoken by:
Birds chirping,
Television blaring,
Cars whirring
Off in the distance.
In a field
A hammer striking,
Imbedding a post
And all around:
Sheep calling,
Communicating,
In a language
We’ll never know.
In the wind:
Trees rustling
Hissing like fat in a pan.
Far off:
A waterfall,
Trickling down
A million droplets
Cascading like a chorus of beats,
Sonorously in unison.
© 1993
