The well rising without sound,
the spring on a hillside,
the plowshare brimming through deep ground
everywhere in the field—

You gleam as you lie back

breathing like something

taken from water,a sea creature, except

for your two human legs

which tremble

and open

i am running into a new year
and the old years blow back
like a wind

so this is the sound of you

here and now whether or not

anyone hears it