The Melody! The Melody!

If, in this moment,

you are pouring in silence over my poems,

if you this moment are sitting before me, an audience,

listening to me reading from out of the many springs of my poems,

you must imagine then some such appropriate music

in the air—

Imagine it circulating all around you,

a Melody flowing through this moment of my opening

an experience for you—

Oh, listen for it.

You must imagine such a setting as would produce poems

out of the Melody of the moment—

You must imagine all these voices out of invisibility addressing you.

You must imagine an overwhelming impact that ocean or desert or mountain

imprint upon your soul.

You must imagine such a contention of forces so much greater than you

that have found the nexus of you

to play themselves out through you.

You must imagine having been blinded so many years ago by the Sun

& living a lifetime day by day relearning how to see.

You must imagine the Moon following you & haunting you every night,

intoxicating you with the merest glance.

You must imagine a Vision given to you, a seed that your entire life

will blossom out into.

Do you hear that Melody, in the air?

With an Ear beyond the ear—

This Melody flows through my every moment,

drawing through me all the Threads I would wish my poems

to weave.

Oh, if in this moment, you are pouring in silence over my poems,

if you this moment are sitting before me, an audience,

listening to me reading from out of the many springs of my poems,

listen! all around you,

all around this moment we share together,

the Melody!

the Melody!

April 2005