Song at the Sea

For DF

In the Shirah [song at the sea Ex.15:1ff.]
There is more white fire than black fire
More space than words
In the black –
Words.

In the white —
Melody.

More can be expressed that way.

Words [on the other hand]
Grow legs and
Sprout wings,

Pigeons
Launching off rooftops
Carrying messages,

Mice
Their little legs
Running and returning.

Set against this –
Above our heads
In the great emptiness

Danger.

Mourning into the spaces now —

A song a
Poem
Every poem a
Song,

Launched by Birds and mice.

And melodies —
Making sense.

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