Sing, sing

 

 

Sing,  sing
        the fabulous weave
the way you were sung,
        calcium for your bones.
Early and late you pulled it in,
        the Pleiades,  the plastic,
        the parts of the woven self.
Now sing!
Sing, sing
       alas, quiet descends like doom,
       joy forgotten,  a density in mind.
Somewhere a grief,
       that we’ve come to this
but sing!   You know the song,
       the fabulous weave.
You are the song.
Just sing! 

 

Annelinde Metzner

December 29, 1999

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 (Snow video by Jude Lally)