standing on the knoll
between firs and clouds
it was jarringly quiet

my breath
was the loudest element
in my landscape

at first I tried to quiet myself
slowing my breath
to join the hush
of beautifully cold winter
but then I chose another way
to fit into the day

I opened my heart
and laughed into the sun

I think creatures
sleeping underground
felt a joyful rumble
and the wind laughed with me