Venturing like a faith-song
into country spaces,
pulled from far beyond me
out from city to cabin
then across
into the calming
of a clearing at dusk-light;
from the chill of crowd
and all such noises
toward what is quieted

The house is within ear-shot
yet the sounds of people laughing
are not comprehended in this silence
I am accustomed to the feeling-
listen: The trees on each side
are touching.
I feel they know my place
much better than I
and I feel they accept my place
much more than I can,
ever.
For I shiver and tremble deep
at such compassionate silence
hearing me.

Journeyed, now
yet only more sure
of this turning away,
the need of movement
to unexplained openings,
leaving physicality enveloped
in the trans-empirical spaces
where unspoken realities
seem so naturally
to have the last word.