Herbie Mann Comin' Home

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Electric Off

Other people's talk: inane and bored.

Voice inside the head: the caged 'me'.

Rare ambient sound outside

Snow thuds from a branch

Prayer to the waning light, up.

Down, a crow's mock sound.

Without a clock, but like one

The earth hour moves to dark



  1. This is beautifully powerful. How many of us have a "caged me"? Is the snow you described heard by anyone other than a "caged me"? Vignettes of life often capture an entire persona. Actions, non-actions. Mute the voices of babble and lend life to a lingering presence.

  2. The vignettes are the life. Sensitive to them enough and poetry is possible. The grit under the oyster shell that forms the pearl.