I HAVE A GIFT OF ONE

 

I have a gift

Of one

To be alone

with  sounds

Trees lassoing tides

A bag drumming in a hedge

A crow mimicking a jackdaw

A thrush learning a new tune

 A stair lazing on the bridge

One with the Being of One

Alone in the multiples of giving

          Grass laced with dew

Bordens dissolving into nothingness

Fear defeated in its standing

Banishing meanness that robs the imagination