lying

suspended

between

ancient hawthorn and beech

the slowedup humdown of midsummer

wraps me in audible activity

of tiny warmed bodies

or do I hear electromagnetic earth

contented cracklings

fields exchanging energies

plainchant of as yet undiscovered forces

above me glints and hints

of incessant dancing

wildly different beings

animating layers of tree universes

in simultaneous deep and now time

all these frequencies

infusing me

with hopeful light-green leaf-light

til bones become branches