LIVING ART

 

 

We wear the struggles here
like scars, deep furrows cut
by joy and pain upon our flesh
rising bravely before dawn.

What tracks we leave will fade
eventually, the dust and rust
of dreams that tried to dance
with gravity and grace.

                    Birdsong,
                    crow’s cry,
                    the titter of quail
                    awakening,

                    the coyote’s howl,
                    screech of an owl—
                    simple tunes
                    to put words to.

It is an art, writing songs
beneath our breaths,
all the old mantras
matching the heartbeat

of living things, the wild refrains
that beg release instinctively,
caring not for praise—only
space to turn them loose.

 

2 responses to “LIVING ART

  1. Lenore Brashear

    Love it!!
    I am out with the dog before dawn and all the other little live things are starting to emerge. You paint the picture so gracefully!
    Hope the knee is doing well.

    Liked by 1 person

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