Wail Watching
I’ve heard the music
of a whale singing
to its’ pod, the carols
of the coyotes’
moonlight ensemble
and the crickets’
banjo staccato,
all sharing their part
of our mother’s
symphony with
the blues of a barn owl
alone in the night, and
the jazz riff of a mockingbird,
contra puntal to it’s mate’s,
with the early mornings’
minor etude by the
ringneck doves
orchestrating the gift
of sound held dear
but
the high pitched peal
of fear,
the saw-edged strings
of fury,
the percussive shatter
of pain,
the brass horn howl
of rage
the amplified echo
of hopelessness
all compose
the other
side of that same
symphony.
Each day I listen-
for music
but what happens
in these halls
hurts to hear.
So I listen outside
of the everyday,
where my memory
and imagination
gift those miracles
I heard at home.
Embi 2/20/14
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