BELIEVING IN LIFE 

Poem for Today - March 25, 2014

ONLY ONE VOICE

Only one voice
but it was singing
and the words danced and as they danced held high
oh with what grace their lustrous bowls of joy.
Even in dark we knew they danced but we
none of us touched the him of what would happen.
Somewhere around a whirl, swirl, a pirouette,
the bowls flew and spilled
and we were drenched, drenched to the dry bone 
in our miserable night.

Only one voice
but morning lay awake in her bed and listened
and then was out and racing over the hills
to hear and see
and water and light and air and the tall trees
and people young and old began to burn
the catchy catchy tune
and everyone danced and everyone everything
even the last roots of the doddering oak
believed in life.

(C) Jessica Powers, 

from Mountain Sparrow