Monday, June 20, 2011

POEM: Music Everywhere

I swear by the breeze
By which mosquitoes dance
There is music in the trees
In squirrel coughs & flapping leaves
In the evening mystery of bat-play
& in the hum of green midday.
In the family of birds that speak our names
In the gauzy light of a squint-eyed rising sun.

Let the walls of the Adirondacks shake with kinship.
Bond each one of you to the other
And then each to the woods & to misty mornings
& to the solitude of blue midnights
We rejoice that each to a person is a varied meter,
Each a different note of the same melody.

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