there is a sacred world, speechless

the Russians knew how to tell a story
in two words or less
from brother to brother
fish in Japan are hunted
to perfection
in Koi ponds
for their iridescence alone,
rainbows under peaceful waters

dolphins leave a taste of laughter
lingering,
for their
blood is warm, and warmth
leaves a trail to follow
a scent that reminds us
how the heart, wilding
yearns to be brushed
away like black sand
from tired eyes

there is no dissolution
complete,
bruised
grey skies over the flatland,
mountains that
walk in the emptiness
when words die
and we struggle to survive,
shadows
against the light.