the place where the mouth
grows ever wide
maker of flutes and wings
layers of earthness
house of clouds and thunder
what stars shine through
light we see come and go
the pleasure of height and width
a cloak over the day, hear it rustle
so if I gonged it, to hear the sound
an element singing high, sometimes sad
it might separate to see layers
on clear ice days, the origin of blue
and hear them ring a meeting
hear it shimmer a sieve of eternity
crowds of light and slippery water shadows
where brightness falls through
sound of seas squalling
where birds first sung, last sung
past the moment when you sing