Where The Earth Gasps

And The Other Beings Gather

I write like you,
you write like me,
whichever
does not really matter
as long as the dew hovers
and drips,
drop
by
drop,
through the leaves
all the way
to the ground
for the aching roots,
from the straining stems,
the stretching branches
even the dry soils bask
in the hidden choruses
of the footfalls
of the other beings
who for eons
gather to hoist the flags
and map the spots…