And grass and water
What blooms, what withers
What hums, what chimes
The riverbed manner of a seaward turtle
A feather in a rabbit hole
Just a touch out of touch, but enough to be felt
The sun was witness to barefoot things planting their feet to reap trees
And, at the break of a branch, even a twig
Things would be just a touch out of touch, but enough to be felt
Cross-legged birds nesting on buildings
Wild chickens in shipping containers
The sun beaming down on a city where everyone seemed to think they were in the everglades
Back in the fields of streetlight stalks and stop sign shoots
Around the bend, car footprints and graphite soil
Tire rubber bales, glass leaves, smogs of oxygen, LED lightning bugs
The hum of the forest and the chime of the jungle
And grass and water
Bedrock humbled