Thursday, September 15, 2011

I Breathe Mountains

I breathe mountains
sip trees
inhale highways

Tap out the beats
on the railroad
feel the pulse
of telephone wires

Dream in the uncut hedges
and high grass
scent pond scum

Feel the wind
through branches

Huddle up for buildings
where frozen souls
clench their buds
in perpetual
suspended animation

I find shade leaves
on the tracks
and boys running
in red shirts

Birdsong winging
Over buildings
curling treelines
reaching for the sky

On the train
from Poughkeepsie going south

I breathe mountains
and tap out the time
in the heartbeat

Of the sweet sweet land.


Jan said...

Sweet land and earth...indeed. Nature nurtures.

Stirling Davenport said...

Thanky you, Jan!

A Word Witch said...

I LOVE this one. LOVE it.

Stirling Davenport said...

Thanks, Lu! I love trains ...

An Africanist said...

This one in INCREDIBLE! Your poetry knows no bounds...

Stirling Davenport said...

Matt - thank you! I missed you in Ireland.

Pep said...

Day-um! Niiiiice. Thank you.

Stirling Davenport said...

Merci beaucoup, Pepe.