do you hear the plates move?
no, not the ones where you put your food,
the earthen plates underneath your feet.
do you hear the magma cracking rock
moving toward the beach. here and
there, it wants to take a peek at you.
do you hear the waves when they speak.
they don’t always. are you there when
they do, despite the ruckus storm.
do you hear the Sun when it shines,
it does you know. fire makes noise.
do you hear the rain when it rushes
past, teasing your feet to go its way.
do you hear the hillside scrub painting
the air. do you put it in a jar, then
bring it home with you. do you?
open the lid. let it loose.