this tree is moving
you heard it
stood there in the dark
senses rustle
like leaves
and with them
your heart
falls
to the beat
of the wind
beating down
does wind know
down
or does it just go?
direction is different
when you are
air flow
time does not
pass
you as wind
carry it
to the ground
water
it rolls
on my tongue
as i write
from water i fall
waves of my sound
rhythm
of heart
and of feet
kissing down
each time
they fall
like leaves
at night from this tree,
we make the same sound.
written dec 2, 2018
photo by nicole, bearnstow 2017
Cole G 