The birds have it all in them, they know all the songs.
If I am in a world of machines,
I hear them channel-surf the world of sounds:
towhee, falcon, peewee, caralarm, digiclock,
one switch and then another.
And if Iím a part of nature, then this is a composition or cadenza.
A virtuoso oneupsmanship of any song that can be sung:
hum a few bars and Iíll turn it into something new.
All to get the babes or is it for fun?
Will the sun come up without the song?
Who is mocked but those who wish for a reason?
Perhaps each quip is a question of shorts,
asking the audience of the world if anyone does know the tune.
Early rising, improbable listening.
Hear the sense of the world and you might know your place in it.
To riff on whatís there, to compose out of thin air,
these are the tools of the trade.
The bird on the wire hears the rain pelt the asphalt,
and the sound, yes, the sound of wet tires screeching to a halt:
there is as much reason to end up here as anywhere.
The slam of a car door, the demand of a sparrow on the sill:
I live in this of all worlds, and someone is home.
To pinpoint a location you will have to listen:
the babies have flown from the nest in the rafters,
either that, or they have fallen out, and they wonít be let back in.
And the whistle of warblers, the shock of the goldfinch.
In the dark I the bird can pretend, in light I am overdoing it,
pretending to be what Iím not, like art, like imagination.
|1||Ten years ago the machines failed us as no one was in charge.|
|2||The looming subsumes us from war to peace.|
|3||You remember the story (itís not yet over)|
|4||The voice of the wind,|
|5||Thereís an old swing set rusting in the woods.|
|6||Someone blew up the mountain|
|7||The old order is turned asunder|
|8||A bomb left a hole gaping at the street corner|
|9||The philosopher has returned to his homeland|
|10||You enter the room and the day is still sunny|
|12||What changes is the will to change|
|13||One song after another, not to impress,|
|14||If youíre driving long enough|
|15||This age of ours always hangs on|