Don't Look for Me Here
don't look for me
when I go silent,
for you may not
find me here -
where there are only dams
and white water,
turning wheels
for grey homes,
closing in on hills
they can never climb, my spirit
doesn't belong here. don't look for me here;
if you remember
the silence,
you would know
where to find me, don't look for me here;
come to the forests
as the wild spirit you are,
not as a tourist
with look-out eyes, and then perhaps
you will find me, in the fall of le