Something against the sky - a kestrel wing or kite drifting godward - the circle of sound dents the morning and turns my ears into giants, second guessing the weight of air and how your breath measures the morning light.
The poem matches the picture perfectly. I love the light illuminating the dark figure, very moody. And the poem itself is some of the best quality on this website I've ever read! "The circle of sound / dents the morning / and turns my ears / into giants" flows really well and is quite interesting imagery. A successful result overall. Congratulations!