Poem: On Resonance Of Sound

On Resonance Of Sound

Last night, we lay dreaming
beneath the breath of the world,
an Aeolian Harp shimmering,
uneasy and unpredictable

between the silence, sounds
split within intake and exhale

— maybe we’re all just poems,
waiting to be written —

For when the winds bend in,
unbidden, from a horizon line
where the day’s kissed the night,
even though the heat resists,

the cool air danced by itself
along paper-thin strings strung
across an old wooden box
we’d left on the windowsill,

just for times like this;

We might even have heard
the harp’s song in tandem, leaning
in to listen together, our ears
touching with reverberations

and I remember you humming
a couplet, as I drew in a breath
where your words touched mine,
in rhyme: our voices, harmonized:

the best song yet

Peace (catching the wind),
Kevin