Before the Wind

 Stillness, silence…
  Gazing across, turning slowly.
  Rocks fall from mountains
  that do not breath.

Crashing to earth,
  the sound is absorbed by
  the rock pile, the earth.
  Now forever gone.

Stillness, silence…
  Gazing across, turning slowly.
  Only languid mountains
  and inert rock piles.

Dim memories…
  Reflections of movement.
  Sensing vibrations.
  Feeling sound.

Memories vanish…
  tumbling into the fissure
  of nonexistence.
  The abyss.

Feel now your chest.
  Motionless, frozen, always.
  Crushing pressure.
  Gasping for...

Life.