“Just like that tune,
Simple and clear,
I’ve come to hear
Breaking my heart,
Op’ning a door,
Changing the world!
Hear it forevermore!”
Stephen Flaherty and Lynn Ahrens
Was the mockingbird mocking me
as he sang so urgently in the tree?
I awakened from a dream
he seemed haunted,
or was it me?
taunted by a world in change
everything upside down and rearranged
hearing new music in the air
wondering why it’s everywhere–
the sound of marching feet,
syncopated beats, ragged rhythm of the street,
the sound of hate and guns and bombs
oh, merely percussive runs, my darling ones
new music, forevermore
the constant hum of waves, their roar
as islands sink beneath the sea
perhaps the mockingbird sings a ragtime rhythm of nevermore
and the world weeps for what’s now in store–
yet, as I turn from song back to sleep
and wonder what the day will reap–
both dawn and dusk share radiant color and diffused light
but we must determine which we want, and what is right
if the sun will rise or set hereafter
on the sound of birds and bees and laughter
Another much-needed poetry break. I was awakened by a mockingbird last night and listened to it sing. Then I read the news and listened to a bit of Ragtime in the car this morning (gym break!). So, this is what happened.