i look for sounds, long
slow and drawn out like
tendrils spread through
all i can see without
allowing Me to overshadow
what might be holding me
aloft or cohered into
a sound perhaps of myself
tied to letters, droplets
falling in a corner ground
with a hopefully rising
scent to cause a passerby
  pause in remembering
  our collective weight
  only for a moment
for your sake and mine
  paradoxically
because we have so many
ways through the fields
and far along still to go