Nuzzling to 0ne-Song

               Rekindling my strength
I watch swallows
          swooping upyard
                        and hear hens talk.

        Rekindling  my strength
I watch swallows
         swooping upyard
                and hear hens talk.

        It's Spring,
I escape
      to a gentler world of
                home-made biscuit corridors
                            and feathered things
wagtails swoosh chasing midges
        to clouds
               lazing in conjugal drift.

                        Cocooning day into night
                             I nuzzle,
                           peeping through eiderdowns
             of feathered cumulus,
no longer nudging agendas,
just dreaming,
               drawing
                       downwards.

Half rested,
      I vaguely wonder
what hymns beetles sing
            while scratching and burrowing;
                       what music whales make while mating;
what are sun's tunes with its bubbles and flaring?

All are One-Song
       possessing multiple hearing
                              

          and players

behind me,
              Wilhemer
                                the garden duck calls.

Drifting again
             I am engulfed in a swallow's cuddle
                                        and scarcely hear the cello.


Burton Park 2003

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