Earth Talks
janine canan
Beneath the spongy wet grass
the stream talks to me.
Conversations among the trees
swirl through my hair.
The full moon whispers
behind my back.
In its tight cage my own heart whines.
My white dog lies beside me, panting.
All night Earth babbles
her incessant pulsing stream.
And the frightened disappear.
There is no one but us --
