I am restless
in this memory
unfolding now
or is it
enfolding now

Seeking restful
ground to lay upon
to arise from high
in air and light arriving
in sounds of birds
come awake

Cajoling feathers
into order
i am reordered
aligned on spines
like grass in wind

i imagine rasping
of a billion blades
green edges catch
and release
this little sound