I went walking
To find the listening tree
And found my legs too exhausted
From carrying tourmaline seeds.
An owl asked of me
What have you done to understand?
I said I’ve been walking through the
ocean. With a prayer from the desert.
His beak was thick as he said-
Chasing the current, floating head-
You’ll get nowhere without wings,
Ain’t that the awful truth, I muttered to a bird
About to take flight.
Blank or speckled white I can’t tell, the sound tells the leaves.
Chou Maya 