THE SONGS WE NEED

It begins with
what small device,
what detail rings
into a melody
unfolding?

The hint of cloud,
the breeze, the scent
that rallies synapses
to soar into song—
poor words dressed

in new clothes,
the common tongue
revived to reverberate
from the soil—
what small device?

What catalyst
will change our appetite
for more, what selflessness
will help us see
that more is before us

beneath our feet
to feed us all
the songs we need
to find humility
and awe?