Peering through the gap in the fence
Seeing glimpses of movements
Shifting my weight on my haunches
Ears picking out prominent sounds
Out of the loudness of wind, grasses, cicadas
Talking fluently in the language I feel 
Most comfortable in my skin
Waiting for an eye to appear, an ear to receive 
Only darting birds believe
What nature knows to be true
Our senses of self flow unkept by the tide gate
Words carried away with wings on the breeze
Warm air rises to meet
All the waves from all the ones
Who agree