“Hey man when you’re singing it, it’s your song.” Townes Van Sandt
up,
down,
sideways,
time
tiny looping superstrings
shadows ripple on the river that only fish can see
all the while we feel the tidal pull of time
and when you’re singing it, it’s your song.
This is luminous, darkly beautiful (I’ve never seen such a wonderful pairing of ‘the tidal pull of time’ following the image of a shadowed ripple over fish in a stream) poem is one I’m not going to forget for a while. And YOU have made that last line sing. Stunning!
wow thank you Anne!!!
wow thank you!!!