east to west,
leading the sun
to another day’s end—
come out and listen.
Everything
about this moment, even July
with its stories of near and far,
counsels listen.
It speaks of sky and clouds,
it says: here is a heaven fortified
with the music of bees,
the vibration of the planets.
I am listening,
a day to follow down,
little buzz machine.
And so it goes, and so go I.
Grey Sparrow Journal 