twirling down and settling below the crown and face i stayed thinking only of what had been and how i could keep it; yet, one word, one little word from you and the trees fell the oaks bent the world ceases in motion (a momentous clearing, rough as dust settles as if the forest ripped open into naked blue). and i was so aware ofeverythingalltogether bowed low by a (whisper) spoken through. and too, i felt naked hiding behind anything i could find, scurrying from log to limb to rock and bush, from the voice that came and beckoned with uprooting questions: (the kind in which both parties already know the answer).