Doxology

morning broke.

creeping angelically 

falling 

over the fields

like the hoar frost

i attempt to fix 

in my mind

silences 

that seem to 

elude me

the fields

and singing  how Great Thou Art

my voice a choir

my voice a choir

my lone voice a choir

my song will no longer 

fill my room

or the space between the 

toppling atoms

another atom

and another

and another

and I too am atom.