Echo Rock

by Evan Cowan

There is
an echo rock
at Loch an Eilean
island Loch, where you cock
an ear and hear (watch!) a hook
 that, sung, caught itself (look!) among
and clung the forty tendrilled pine and spun
 (pretending, haughty chime) a web and lunged
toward the further shore - a wave in fervour to rebound,
a lathe of sound
now
Drowns
Down

There is an echo rock (where is?) where stood stock still there cupped hands hear your holler fill the wood,
shocked, up. Knock the distance, land erupts
to rally back the syntax you convey
and leaves a voice
without a shape.
Rock echo
Echo
Rock