Sit Spot

The well was quiet today

Allowing me to hear the difference of wind

In understory,

Deciduous,

And

Conifer.

 

No tinkling of water

But a percussion of spruce and fir,

Black walnut,

Burdock, goldenrod, foxtail,

Interjected with jays, red tails, goldfinches

Not to be outdone, forgotten, or silenced,

As  vulture wings, twirls, winds

The wind.

 

The wind

Unbidden, effortless:

Licking cloud and earth,

Lifting bird, bough, and prayer

Kissing skin and cochlea,

Tickling tiny hairs,

Simultaneous.

Gifting the one who Notices

Sits

Still.