Poem: Low E

Posted On November 7, 2021

low round resonant
a sound pulled deep
from earth through my feet
and all the way up
fog or mo(u)rning
new dawn
of time taken
and breath fogging
an imaginary mirror
on the other side of the bell
rung out
and wrung from my lungs
cycling out to the ethers
and echoing back to me
from the stars