The total sound doesn't take out the traffic But these bugs are busy with their music And I am studying their unconcern The hawk has more attention to pay While the debt column of her ledger Is a talon slash across the prey Let me in on your secrets, waving grasses, Your indifference to mowers and breezes Denotes a will which won't resign in the Face of ineffable causes or malignance Your green-brown morality is seeding New generations while holding your selves upright An oak shivers on an immovable base Your life is inaction honed to care less About seasons or megafauna in cars As a poet looks up at you and anthro pomorphizes your nature and mind Your body carries the lesson of years Inscrutability, softening and hardness, Quiet adaptation