our quiet breath will be the only sound
we will be assured and silent and still
connecting roots and songs underground
yes the soft susurration of rain and wind
will ripple and flow through us until
it is time to speak with united voice
not with malice but purposeful choice
we are like fog and mist finally cresting the hill
see us now? we are rising coming into focus
to dispel this glittery foisted hocus pocus
by fearful aggregators with logos hoisted
soon obscured by the compassionate generous
and will simply once we clearly see
vanish into what was never or ever shall be
of substance in this moment of eternity

©John Greenleaf-Maple 2/7/17