Pondering

Not a sound was heard but the steady beating of my heart.
The night echoed the stillness into the far corners of the sky
Each hair rose and pointed like an icecycle
I was one with the earth: she was I and I was she
Together we encompassed day and night and season
Wherever she goes I follow; we can not part
For we are one.

-- 12/14/05
Entire Class Poem
[We all wrote a line or two]