Inside The Things Of Earth Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Inside
The
Things
Of
Earth
Currents
Flow
And
Point
As
Arrows
To
The
Indication
Of
Things
Even
In
Sound
Even in chant
And
Song

Woods walking, walking
Slow but irreversible
With direction walking
Come here the bell in the
Distant fields
The rest is silence.
Save for the rare flitting
Of a bird and chirp
Or scream.
The airs are staid
The woods outrunning the airs
Ding-a-dong said the
Rising flower
Arching up and straight-erect
Its bent back.
The field walls in
The rage of the sun
Tremble
Tremble
In that mirage
Haze.