Calling to the Cuckoo

On resonance and reverberation.

Its call moves like the hills
which are always there
and not there and there again
a call which is the beginning of song
the seed of song, the idea about to form
being pulled somehow out of itself
we could become seeds, you and I
we could curl our latent beings
around this song’s beginnings
two notes and the stunned quiet
cast into a translucent sky
which is as vu…