The Elements

Fixated on the grain, 

Time lapses slowly.

My fingers find the clay.

Treading empty spaces, 

And filling cracks, 

I go.

Like trails weave

through the mountainside,

Each step secures the next,

A steady guide.

Winds keep to divine time.

It encoded in wisdom

And too intelligent to capture.

I am a seed.

The earth is my teacher.