Monday, July 9, 2007
The Loon's Cry
In the forest, massive trees fall
In crashes of utter silence
While a warbling vibrato
Echoes across the lake.
Releasing rapid transitions
That demand all that is something,
And all that is nothing
To ken to the sound.
Forego auditory interpretation.
This resonance seeks
With greater intensity
Innermost faculties of the soul.
When there is nothing to hear it
That absence of life
That absence of being
Stops in its tracks.
Steeped in the magical impact of
Singular sounds kneaded together...
The jolly laughing
And the friendless sobbing
Of a loon.
A particular circumstance in my life inspired this poem. I will tell you about it in my next post.