In a space under trees I can hear the wind that is not here
like a can kicked across the street by a boy still coming
or as if the act of the boy shaping his mouth to shout
made a sound before the sound of the shout
What is the word that I hear before the trees
above me shake and give the wind a momentary word
What is the sound of a loosening of leaves
like forgetting hands just before they drop
to our sides? The interval of apprehension.
The time we are alive. The boy stepping up the curb.
A lovely magic trick! As I told Bob O. once, “Do it again! I want to see how it’s done!”
Thanks Ron! This one snuck up on me over two or three days. Rather than revise, I rewrote it over and over until it felt right. The boy part came in entirely on his own on the last night.
Ah, Jeff – the befores and afters, the betweens, the unsaid. Reminds me a bit of Stevens, but mostly of, well, you. The quintessential Schwaner, each couplet resounds (but quietly, stealthily)!
Thank you Robert! I’ll take that Stevens reference any day; the Schwaner reference was pretty accurate, too, I should add. Entirely off-topic, be prepared for a guest appearance by Five White Cat in the near future…
Looking forward to seeing my old friend!
This is what I want to hear in any space and time. Schwaner sounds.
Most people would probably prefer that sound before the Schwaner sound…
My heart stopped. Love this. You do such a good job with these tiny observations that open up the world.
Thank you. I do not know where I would be without those observations myself.
Your wizard promotion is hereby granted. Great poem!
Thank you, sir.