Alone in Texas
under a Florida tree.
Jack-a-ran-da.
I can’t stop feeling how
beautiful you are
when the wind blows.
these syllables are
so heavy,
and the wind so free
of heaviness.
I surrender to the shadows
and sunshine, inches
below my breathing
My world of thought
collapses.
I need no thing
I feel the earth.
Poem by Ray Songs (1995)