The Song: Hour 24

There is music in the deep;
water running rich with phrase and tune,
carries notes flickering, silver-slick, like passing fish
drawing me with their song.
Snaring me in the watery warp and weft.
Singing me under. Drawing me down.
Pulling me, with lowering notes below.
Winding me close with chorded fronds
drawn hard and then pulled tight.

To listen is to falter and to fall beneath that liquid sound.
And where you stand, she said, you will always hear the song.

Where we stand, we will always hear the song.

3 thoughts on “The Song: Hour 24

  1. I enjoy poems that reference both nature and human activities as to me they show the connection between humans and the rest of the natural world. Humans are natural after all. Thank you

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