©Does Life Still in The Noise of Day?
Mimi Wolske
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Have you noticed that
if you go somewhere—
not just anywhere,
but somewhere
where you are alone
with nature,
just before dawn
crests,
like a forest
or at the base of a
mountain,
or by the water,
by yourself, or with your
dog,
and you sit quietly
and ponder life—
the sounds start up
again?
That nature comes
back to life?
That an invisible
toad declares change is possible?
That a leaf glides
until it kisses the earth?
That the steers snort
in the dark pasture?
That the old windmill
creaks in perfect time
to the wind that
rustles the tall grass
in the open field?
Something moves.
Coyotes hunt at the
base of these mountains.
You are your own
shadow
in the light of the
harvest moon
moving more slowly
than crippled stars
as dawn creeps into
life.
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