HAUNT / texas undergrowth

i stand on the ridge
fifteen feet above the stream
the white limestone rocks
jut out
like broken bones
shards poking out
from behind the green leaves,
branches and stumps
of the hardy
texas undergrowth.

the water runs ragged
over the rocks and debris
the noise it makes
slurred, smooth and rushing
i stand and listen.

everything is working
up or out
sometimes down,
looking for a place
to sit still
and be alive
or to live
or maybe even
to be.

then the sun comes storming down
sparks the world
into play
and we move
and dance
to the green devil.

i stand on the ridge
on the white limestone rocks
in the texas undergrowth.