“As if we could hear music inside the words”
–Gail Newman, “Trust”
I hear, but cannot stop the chirp of time,
it travels in waves with the flap of wings,
and in flowing light it sings,
celestial harmonies pulsing in shimmers–
even caged, it chitters and cheeps,
dives and circles, soars and sweeps
past to future, a never-ending story
of bangs and fury, prismed glory
that curves and repeats—again and again
I become my mother and my daughters, all the before and ever-after,
my words are carried on a glittering song,
the essence of my universe, music and laughter.
This is for dVerse, where on Tuesday, Laura asked us to “begin at the end” by using one of the final lines she supplied to influence our own poem. She asks us to think about our own ending lines. Today, Peter asks us to consider our beginning lines.
Ever since I read this article about a Blackfoot woman who translated astrophysics terms into the Blackfoot language, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about chirping stars.