Silence invites a palate brushing sound:
stretched fertile canvas waiting canyon deep
where each wind chiseled pebble echoes round
restful moments arousing condensed leap
of every “could” creation into “is”.
Waves crest, collapse and ripple memory
as expectation measures emphasis.
Cicada chirp, coyote howl – heart sees
the pulse of life expand – finds ways to grow
beyond the “shouldn’t”s harshest limits – swell,
rise, roar to match cosmic desire to know
itself through faint tremblings fading from yell
to never were. Earth gave man voice to sing
the stars awake. He noises deafening.