A Meditation on the Planet Earth

I am not the wind

Though each breath takes some particle on a flight

I am not the roar nor the murmur

My thoughts are as silent as a child learning

I am not the inhale or the exhale

But the inner core moved and unmoved

Like the center of a ball rolling

I speak but the words are clothes

That dress the inexpressible naked truth

I parade up and down the street

Trying different vocabulary for a thousand moods

I am the silence behind the leaf’s slight flutter

As it lies on the pavement