Mute - Bruce Moody

[Larry Robinson]

Mute

 

No words this morning.

A poem mute.

The silence between the notes.

 

And then notes.

 

Listen, that bird is saying

Freedom.

Join me.

Truth is in my wordless throat.

 

The message is some deed.

 

The mighty ocean turns into frail foam. 

on the apprehending sand

and one power 

turns into another, 

becomes another,

drops into another.

 

Like adolescence it comes

without a word

of instruction.

 

If understanding is maybe

not lodged within,

 

be sand. 

 

One day, 

one day,

you shall be

castles.

 

 	- Bruce Moody
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