LISTENING TO THE LIVING
WE GATHER TO HEAR THE COMFORT THAT COMES
when a human voice finds a human ear /to share
what few words can carry .Shell of pain transferred
Orchestra of daily bumps and grinds,skins and scars.
Collision course of meteors and asteroids(and we fixed in our orbits
can only pray in Fate and Science to predict before conclusions..
To hear Orson Welles,Vincent Price,Churchill reassure us in resonant resolute radios
taking a load from our private pain.We swim on,knowing braver souls
rise up against Tsunami events,and continue surfing afterwards.
Word is a shallow skiff,a canoe,a coracle for one (alone,adrift)
Also ocean liner (many,not knowing /icebergs or enemies sinking us)
And Dunkirk variety of pot-pourri tin fleets-little bubbles of rings to sing us safe.
We need all of all of us.Rowing,pedaling,swimming,moving,surfing our times
so we may emerge tomorrow after dark nights have claimed their toll...ALIVE!