Michael Trammell        Tallahassee       LD
Song of the Grasses

In the grass of the old riverbed
I claim the dance of one million species, 

balancing on my hands as a way
to greet the noon bells from the church

where all one billion species live, reinventing
themselves as songs in the grasses. 

Here is where I make my rhythms, 
within ghosts of rivers, balancing on one

leg because the one trillion species
enter the left heel as the song

in the foot of the bells, 
a constant kicking, a way to break

the river clear of the grasses, 
the insistent whisper of the one being.