Interlude
A humvee convoy of wind
hurtles through aspen at dawn
My wife and I tally white noise
time in the pillow against our ears
Downy leaves bent and springing
against waves of air
Twenty seconds later we wonder
if the noise already faded
and our brains in the aftermath
just hum a particle refrain
But no—each massive tree
bows and bows
Clatter of neighbor against neighbor
I can’t distinguish
in psithurism the sound of the wind
and the sound of leaves
recalling the impeded stream
is the one that sings
Rocks shaken there like bells
Stream burbling until dry September
Does it know how to start
its song again we wonder
And though silent then
it answers
From Overtakelessness (Graywolf Books, 2026) by Daniel Moysaenko. Copyright © 2026 by Daniel Moysaenko. Used with the permission of the publisher.