wherein the steam of its still,

found forage, the anvil of its glint


life, alive as a rock, or a tree petrified into rock

the air and its waves,

sound traveled into


the old man sat sounding ~ "what will be of your esteemable acts"

- esteem,

able and esteeming 


in giving and getting, the tug of a life's shore and tide

.. the arms spread and waving, there, what brings alive as its esteem to rise


"what will be of your esteemable acts?"


Copyright 2019 ⓒ / Forrest Gallagher