Pores of a planet, burrowing deep. Dark. Silent. Except for certain moments…

Fog of winter night, slipping so smooth up mountain and canyon

Aloof with nothing captive

Four caves for so long so dark and silent

Vibration met with vibration

Song with song

Coyotes fled as above the fog played

Reaching out to glow the face of the cave reached

Grabbing cloud and sky

It was beautiful to see.