We arrow like electrons, driving flux-
impelled directly east across the state.
Zigzagging past the pachydermal trucks,
we slow our mood as we accelerate.

We ratchet down like gears the attitude
that in the city agitates our days,
adopt the view of rocks, and let the mood
of stars and planets influence our gaze.

As hummingbirds to mastodons are we,
compared to lives of lakes or canyon walls.
Our sojourn, in the stars’ chronology,
is less material than waterfalls.
But here is silence slow enough to try
to hear the planet talking to the sky.