Invoking · the · Contemplative · Faculty

i want to listen
really listen
to the sound
of guitars and staccato voices
the blaring noise of spring
let it pull me into new existence


even the birds wading indelicately among damp leaves
they can feel the gods tremble
breaking open the sounding sky
making their tiny bodies hop
to the beat of the oncoming symphonic movement


days like these
peels the shadows from
the ugliest
the overwhelming stench
of a former season
gave fruit to new life
while we slept