whatever its place

I was listening to it

and then the world 

was afraid I was afraid

of the world spent

into something I'd

understood as small

a step away from that

I was one person

on the ride I would not

stand up except to say

nothing you can hear it

step away into one leaf

for the moment for any

bit of it not to say

it's likely that one

should never say

ever again the sentence  

an absurd commitment

to any world of no

wind-blown branches

water burnt stone

lively dirt or

breath of it