Can you hear me
echo through the canyons
as whispers without words?
Or lazily drawing in the glade
back and forth until it snaps?
Can you hear me
screaming with the water
pouring down above the pools
jutting out from cliffs it made so smooth?
Or following the storms
laughing with the thunder
gathering leaves in my tight grasp
midst grey brewing with anger?
Can you hear me
in my feathered sighs
my rattling breath
breathing life into the dead?
Or dancing among the wilds
humming harmless melodies
can no creature decipher?
Can you hear me
raging with the fires
stoking the coals
watching the flames match my anger?
Or prancing among the thorns
carrying the burden of snow or ash or rain
thick in piercing bramble
drawing blood of man again?
Can you hear me
twisting with the clouds
lifting into my embrace
emotions fueled by lightning?
Or dancing among the tide
pooling breaths in slothful rips
resuming a thrill in catch
of unimpeachable design?
Through storms and tides,
flames and fights,
I can find
resistance within me,
enough to hold whole countries within me
So roar and be heard, but forgotten.
A passing memory
expected but not expecting.
Can you feel me?
in all things past and present?
I am here,
in the caress of the breeze
or force of the wind
weaving aimlessly across nor sea
but now,
only in evocation.....