bringing back to life
all day I sit in silence on the back deck
passing the afternoon away
small block of wood & jack knife in hand
day turns to evening & evening into night
I’ve grown weary from all the whittling
in what has become extended silence
fact is I was not alone & my mind was filled
with multitudes of windchimes & birdsong
& the babbling of the nearby stream
reminding me of all the music I’ve ever loved
when the april shower began to fall
I stood and closed my knife
disappearing in my pants pocket
my recreation resting in my shirt pocket
in sync with the rain & my heartbeat
april two thousand twenty
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There is music all around us and now is surely a good time to listen. Beautiful poem, John
Yes indeed, Lauren. Thanks so much for visiting on commenting on this piece.