“Too many words”

          Oh Lizzy!

          Too many words

          and too much motion

          to describe the branch’s sway

          and the afternoon of your eyes!

          Buzz, hum, and flutter are slower words.

          City whisper heard from the hills,

          and voices’ splash crossing the canyon.

          Seep in, stillness,

          settle the swell of the sea!

          Too many words

          and too much motion

          to feel the feel of the earth,

          its grass beneath the hooves,

          and its spray upon the cheek.

          With so little wisdom,

          with circles and struggles and haste,

          how can I hope to catch the ripple

          of your breath on the glass of my soul?