When did you stop hearing the ringing of the world in your ears?
I wonder, how did our thickening blood halt to the hurling of the planet?
Is the spinning of the axes the only chaotic routine we could never keep up with
Did your skin get tougher?
Did your senses get dull?
Did your heart tucker out?
Because I still feel dizzy when I spin away from the wind
And weak when mother nature breaks my bones.
I still feel small enough to need to look up
I still feel like the child
Who wondered what was that ringing in my ears
When all was silent.
(Hood River, 2016)