Five miles out

[erehwesle_fox]

 Something from workshop on Tuesday, still working out the kinks:

Five Miles Out

My place is unfound, unfounded
My place is five miles out
My place is still, silent
My place is broken and dusted with snow

Still silent, five miles out an unfound day
Snow making hard light and everything
All broken to stillnes, caught outside of motion

My place is below ground, heaving up
My place is among great trees
My place is small and unnoticed
My place is bound in the earth

Below ground only the unseen can
Still break up through the layers
Of peat, leaf, loam, and even stone
Here in these great shadows

My place is a bend in the river
My place is a rock in the stream
My place is without name, silent
My place is washed downstream

Here at the bend it is needed
A rock to silence the river
Turn its hissing voice to quiet
Let its old name wash downstream

My place is a circle
My place is cold and clean
My place is high up
My place is a day before tomorrow