Thursday, August 02, 2018

Thursday Poem - One Song

After Rumi
A cardinal, the very essence of red, stabs
the hedgerow with his piercing notes;
a chickadee adds three short beats,
part of the percussion section, and a white-
throated sparrow moves the melody along.
Last night, at a concert, crashing waves
of Prokofiev; later, the soft rain falling
steadily and a train whistle off in the distance.
And today, the sun, waiting for its cue,
comes out from the clouds for a short sweet
solo, then sits back down, rests between turns.
On the other side of the world, night’s black
bass fiddle rosins its bow, draws it over
the strings, resonates with the breath
of sleepers, animal, vegetable, human. 
All the world breathes in, breathes out.
It hums, it throbs, it improvises.  So many voices.
Only one song.

Barbara Crooker


Barbara Rogers said...

Such a lovely too the photo! Thanks.

christinalfrutiger said...

This has always been one of my favorite photos of yours. I just love it! :) It reminds me of my beloved Loon Lake in B.C. where I have sat and watched the sun go down over the lake a thousand times....