Shaugh

 
- want to walk the gullies,
rest where a river lulls legs into silence,
beat
drums into an endless landscape,
become part of the braided rhythm,
want to trace
where voices of children peel the forest wide,
allow her to breathe,
to hear her breathing,
and speak
the way damsels do,
way wagtails,
'hoppers,
froglets do.
I want to hum
until all sound is one
and peaceful,
and coherent
and then
be documented
as having lived,
having been
one with them.