The poem, Joy, part of the Murchen Quartet which appears in my 2017 Stone Witness collection, may be read as a stand-alone piece.
JOY
Awakened,
past erased, future
nonexistent,
their world begins afresh.
Only the extraordinary now,
a collision of senses,
exists.
Music.
Blackbird’s flute,
grasshopper’s fiddle,
drumbeat scuttle of field-mice,
accordion-wind in high meadows.
Silence.
In crystalline pools
trout glide like ghosts.
Owls, tombed in dead trees,
imitate death.
Dreamlike,
in the magical moment,
hares dance.
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