Primordial Sound (Center of the Universe), 2021
Three days of wind and flowing water, pulse of brain
and heart, raven, bits of trail talk, no other voices.
Topo map marked with our route – accomplished.
Now driving home, symphony on car radio
but it jars. I’m still tuned to boot-step after boot-
step weighed down by nothing but what we need –
granite walls keeping their own music, singing rock,
landscape eroding, lodgepole alive with wind.
Driving home: car engine rushing to return
to the life we can’t pack on our back.
A stone secret in my pocket, silence to hold
in my hand, to still hear its song without words
spirit echoing snowmelt finding its falls
in chorus with stone.