The Longer I Rest Here

Sacred little cumulous clouds 
And almost stormclouds 
Grace the holy valley.
And I am lost in the fields.
The tractors drive by.
And the driver’s wave.
But nobody cares
That I live here.
I do not move
Except
When absolutely necessary.
And the longer I rest here in silence
The more I am healed.
The more I’m healed.