The Minute.
Connecting with sky above and earth
below,
eyes unfocused I resolve to observe
slowly
and regard with mindfulness Tiny\'s
unfolding.
Grass blades creak, restless plants
moan.
Blooms rustle and squeak as petals
open.
Soil heaves with stir when rootlets
unroll.
Busyness mutters when miniscule
grows.
I watch smallness whisper in voice
control
and as awe perceives almost-heard
motion
littleness drops noise to near-silent
key-tone.
At my feet the minute is composing
unknowns
by shifts of momentum compounded
with lows
and inbuilt mumbling non-sounds of
its own.