The weather sounded on the rocks.

Waters rippled over deep currents as

voices of land moved, grinding out the

textures of highs and lows.


A blue glass sky covered wide prairies.

Rains baptized mountains into valleys.


Clouds stepped long shadows over ravines

and gorges and then moved in

directions yet to be named.


Winds began, sending dust and dirt

and seeds within a family of vortices,

traveling a turbulent trail.


The start of growth breathed.

The sun yellowed the ground.

Time started in silence.




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