Waldeinsamkeit

I know a quiet

place

where songs of

fireflies

flood

the twilit

air

and heaviness

hangs

all around.

.

I know a quiet

place

where the sweet smell of decay

dances

in your nostrils

and your blood

hums

in your wrists.

.

I know a quiet

place

where the ocean is

far away

and

gray

as it whispers

in your ears

and

thrums

in your nostrils.

.

I know a quiet

place

where sawgrass

rubs its legs

together

and tunes

its cilia

to an alien

key.

.

I know a quiet

place

that grows quieter

when it is

observed

but

holier,

too.