#4 1994
a poem for younger readers from my hypertext novel axel-and-alice
whispers
surrounded by whispers
from birth
I’ve stretched out in tall grass
and heard breezes thud in my ears
climbed trees
and been amazed at the creaking branches
and conversations of leaves
the birdcalls exploding around me
like axes in wood
or glass suddenly stretched
all this time my heart has thumped
like an oven door left to swing closed
by itself