The Sound of It

eyes down

  

Invested in the sound of it,

hardened by the sun,

leaves crush underfoot in fading woods.

Above through thinning crowns,

clouds without rain

and a hawk in the clouds,

work in my head and my eyes down,

the work, the work, the sound of it,

until the scream, the scream in the clouds.

I need to work,

i need to make,

i use the wild screaming cloud.