Whispers like grains
In the ebb of emerald seas
Is there a voice
In the wandering glimmer?
-122 longitude
Echoes underfoot
A silent reminder of soliloquies
The wind's breath
Disarranges thoughts
In the contagion of green
A ripple in frequency,
Clockwork and compass broken
Dynamics turn still
Soundless questions,
Of meteor tracks
Breathe through roots