“out of the clouds into a place

an alien at home

the stillness and the mossy rocks 

the walls silently hum

of lives, turbulent lives lived quietly


all still in this moment

all freshly rusted and musted

and I watch as if from very far away

as she hears their voices, tunes in their whispers

hears them in dragonfly wings

smells them in the clear blackening deep

she comes home”