Landspeak – Jordan Earls

Land is incapable of speech,
nor does it know anything.
This (or something like it)
was told to me
not too long ago.

In the pink air of morning,
I sit beneath a tree
of some unknown genus
and find myself surrounded
by blazing foothills
that make up my home.
All I do is watch.
All I can do
is watch.

But then the long black cloak
of my grief slips suddenly
from my shoulders;
The bitter vise fastened to my throat
is loosened, if only for a moment,
as I listen to the land
that is capable of more
than any of us truly know.

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