seashell

you are the seashell i put to my ear
to hear the roar of seas
i have never seen–
your voice is the wind winding through
pearl chambers and pushing
the tide like an unsaid wish into my ear–
salt rims and bird cries echo
the rise and fall

wind chimes

your words are beads
and shiny pieces of metal
and glass and feathers
strung upon strings
in my window
for the breeze of your voice
to move through–
and they chime–
they chime and they scare away ghosts;
they sing like many colored birds in summer trees

storm

your voice is a storm
that i run out into
to get wind tossed and soaked by the rain
hitch a ride on a passing farmhouse
search all the cupboards and closets
for fortuitous besom
and fling myself confidently from the window
and onto the air
that is filled with birds

tree

and when i come down
i root myself and grow
become a tree
just to have you whisper your secrets
through my leaves
just to have you snake through my limbs
sway my always reaching higher for the sky...
and you bring me birds, again, as presents
i wear them on my branches
like multicolored rings

and the song of you rocks me to my roots