atoms in the riverbed stones
move minisculely,
they are modest mice
making vibrations of small
magnitude.
come and see,
come and see whisper
more and more microbials
by the minute.
an unseen audience
above the high water mark gathers
to feel the stones miniscule
movements.
soon the fungi and the single celled
friends commence in a weak song
their melodies a lament, a warning,
for they emit a song from the quivering morning
and the scene they inhibit
becomes intoxicated with the knowing
that a certain
turpitude of dawn
spills over them in a new way