Ears too tired to press into the earth
Straining at the secrets of what.
Legs stomp the ground seeking
A reverberation, a reassurance
They still have the strength to stand.
I punch at the open sky
Grasping and scraping after
A whiff of fresh air.
Fallen in and all mired in the mud
I lay exhausted, all energy extinguished.
As a light breeze picks up
Blows about my ears,
Tickles the little hairs along my arms,
At the base of my neck,
Gently hums a soothing lullaby
Into ears too tired to ball themselves up tight.