The Place I Live
Rocks and water and wood
Not speaking to me
("Left alone to wander above")
Slow and uneasy and alive
("wanderer above the sea of fog")
I mean the place lives
And clouds pass over
("sitting on a ridge and watching clouds pass over")
The landscape
A blanket on stone
("where an ocean of glaciers rolled")
Land waves are rolling
("Through a fog, this is a brief life")
("Short and cold, momentarily")
("A life as brief as the morning fog")
Momentarily
I come out from under
Writer/s: Phillip Whitman Elvrum
