Learn how you listen to the overthought

strained story you hear in stone, lean into

form like rain. Loosen what track you've trained your

thoughts on. Swaying's the first sound to startle

on a bridge you find yourself on. Feel fierce

wind, thunder thrashing. Strive to sense skewers

of light in sky, cut off tone of tense. Free

your form like letters without lines, free by

chiseling sound, surrender certainty

of a last note— wonder at what wanders in.