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