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.