disturbances

the hesitations spring like reeds
that sway and bend at the edge of me

I have been disturbed beyond surfaces

as if the stone of your name were dropped
again and again into the heart of me

and I must swallow it whole or break

disturbance

not the quiet agitation,
the restlessness of leaves
beneath gathering rain,
nor the rumble
of darkening clouds,
you are a collision of crows