Nothing.

[Little Gal]

I cannot feel life passing like a line beneath my palms.
I cannot hear words coming directly.
If a squirrel moves,
Or a ripple drops
What does it mean, mean to me?
I am without words
And not without them too.
I am just some particle of anything that you tread on.
Or may be,
I am what you call something, a someone or
Or may be I am like a stopped move
Of a little bent leaf
Stuck in snow.