The Furthest Sound You Hear

Poetry for Saturday

Image by Jan Erik Engan from Pixabay

the furthest sound you hear
on entering the bath
could be the color of
the deepest part of you
a singularity
rolling and bending
the smell of potential
both in crackling embers
and the flitting of falling
leaves, sunlight rising
through the willow oaks
November has meaning
it howls your arrival
it stitches your strength
eleven times your wisdom
the gravity of time
catching the hawk…