I am in awe of him every time I read this poem. And I want to slink away at my own inadequacies of words and sounds. I think of the number of times I have my moved the rain stick in our university percussion cloaet out of the way to reach something else. Only rarely do I turn it upside down to hear its diminuendo run through its scale. I'm too busy for such indulgences. Too pressed to the future to take a deep breath.
So beautiful.
Thank you, Jenn. ❤️
I am in awe of him every time I read this poem. And I want to slink away at my own inadequacies of words and sounds. I think of the number of times I have my moved the rain stick in our university percussion cloaet out of the way to reach something else. Only rarely do I turn it upside down to hear its diminuendo run through its scale. I'm too busy for such indulgences. Too pressed to the future to take a deep breath.
Oh, me, too. How can we be less pressed to the future? Or resist that future? Also...you have an actual rain stick in your life! I'm a little envious.