swim right through me

my soul rises

with the soft yellows

cast by the setting sun

of summer

when the breath rises from

the soil

wets

the nostrils

with warm and sweet

scent

i gaze

across

tepid pond water

occasionally ripples

creates patterns

of the paths

of backsider beetles

swimming

my soul swims with them too

though they know do not know i exist

they swim right through

these thoughts i express

infantile

the tender broadleafs

poking

sprouting

through the forest floor

they shake soft in the

wind

my soul shakes with them

because the wind blows

just the same upon me

my tufts of hair

shake soft too

i grew from the earth

that i love

and i will listen to

her

as she has cast breath

into my lungs

as she has cast breath

into all things