into the still

before the way
was known
there was a time
of resurrection
for days
my only witness
was a crush of cottonwood
I spoke in tongues
the language of surrender
floating
skimming
trapped beneath the current
of real (as we had known it)
lifetimes swept away
black and white to scarlet ferns
perched a song (too perfect)
and I to raise my arms
into the still
teach me
tell me
where the secret started
a voice relayed to silence
rolls thunder through
my soul