INVERTEBRAILLE # 1
I turned in my pod
and grew
downwards
into
the vast firmness
of the ground
darkened
by the density of a thousand years
and nursed a pulse
as steady
as an unheard heart
beating in the midst of a river
and curled up in languid roots
unknown
to the very trees
they had spurred into existence
crumpled alphabets
for the defiantly silent
hands
either stretching into the abyss
or lovingly
holding on to it
shadows
not knowing
that they are shadows
the only
answer
a low rustling
like the sound of coal shifting about
in a marvellously forgotten cellar
