The night
Sounding like the cool cave of a shell—
Stay, she whispers,
Slipping in like a tide
Through the tunnels of my ear.
Stay and listen…
I will tell you
The secrets of my stories,
And the stories of my secrets.
Stay and listen in my cupped hands,
Hear my voice blow to you
The hollows of rocks and sand,
Clouds and lakes,
Thunder and bone.
Come, sit a while in the folds of my curtains.
Stay and listen.
