36 sounds of silence

                                 thirty six sounds of silence made an impression

                                 pressed deap into a plaster mold that remembers

                                 the cave chants and fireside starlight mountain songs

                                 like soft breazes within a flickering aspen family

                                 someone is taking the time to remind us of the number

                                                challenged by the odd fence where even waits for a third

                                                any strange bird may have heard these connections unite

                                                where the drought dry desert sky holds a cloud of rain

                                                            a small belly of hope looking to cope without the pain

                                seven under eleven                      open trails center the point sharp

                                the beautiful rhymes whisper     the sounds                 more clear

                                building        momentum          into a mechanism          being shared

                                                                    as morning robins chant the sacred story