Solid Ground Is a Drifting Cloud

Where solid ground

is a drifting cloud,

Deep in the forest,

the only sound

is the silence,

cranked up—

blaring so loud.

I pinpoint each birdcall

down to the branch,

the rhythm moves me,

I submit into trance.

I hear my heart

as the cloud imparts,

so, I blaze my own way…

For, the inner crowd's

left these woods unplowed—

but I won’t stray…

Away…

from this drifting cloud.