The Instrument

I dip, low…
Leaning in over these words like
She moves over her cello.


My mind moves busy,
back and forth,
a bow vibrating
over those words,
seeking for
Resonance and Mystery
latent within
waiting poised,
ready for release from
just the right
strike, touch, draw.


There!  Sound it so, clarion
and my words will
Sing in your soul like
her music o’erwhelms mine.

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