swim right through me
my soul rises
with the soft yellows
cast by the setting sun
of summer
when the breath rises from
the soil
wets
the nostrils
with warm and sweet
scent
i gaze
across
tepid pond water
occasionally ripples
creates patterns
of the paths
of backsider beetles
swimming
my soul swims with them too
though they know do not know i exist
they swim right through
these thoughts i express
infantile
the tender broadleafs
poking
sprouting
through the forest floor
they shake soft in the
wind
my soul shakes with them
because the wind blows
just the same upon me
my tufts of hair
shake soft too
i grew from the earth
that i love
and i will listen to
her
as she has cast breath
into my lungs
as she has cast breath
into all things