I suppose New has something to say for itself
In the way a country song plays
Over the driving I do on back roads
It’s a song I’m not singing because you see
I don’t know the words yet.
But perhaps the stillness is enough
Or even yet the rocking
When the night makes clear the curvature of the earth
By means of half a moon
And clouds filled with silver linings
Those same clouds that by sunlight
Remind me how tall is the sky.
So I drive and listen
To the words I’ll sing soon
And I think about
The way Spring clothes the dogwoods in pink and white and
About the new mason jar in the cupboard
Holding more water
Than my old one.
Originally published at www.thisisbeautifuldust.com.