fourteen feet covered
resonate like a howl
in unison

they are a single movement
translated into nuances
by many colors

like lianas in the jungle
they maintain the constant rhythm
of the Earth's breathing

not governed by rules or leaders
the conductor of the orchestra

are the notes created
when the baton rises



Eye could never whisper


I could never
the same                   tone
your eyes                  make

when they open
they reveal
centuries and    fractions
of immeasurable sides of

eye      - I
could never whisper
the whole history of

Poems for Paloma Wool by Alejandra Smits