Humpback Rocks, Early Spring

So I took you up with me
to this chiseled place

where the clouds are closer
than their shadows

The whisper among the trees
a shout of bark and lichened rock

Mountainside trees stand differently
shaped by cascading arrangement

higher up where the wind is so loud
you no longer register it as sound

all I hear is the noise of trees bending
against each other, ajar to the invisible

like doors opening all around me