Monday, April 11, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 #10

The Pullet's Song
(off prompt)
The heart rushes at times ahead of its rhythms ... expanding beyond what oxygen can supply for salvation ... in these times, when the ache is so acute ... death is so near ... I listen for the pullet's song ... I heard it as a child, so sweet ... in the balm of the afternoon on Grandmother's farm ... the hens worrying about the yard ...  their peck and choose of bug or root ... falling into a muse of melodic solvents ... the innocence falling together in pure harmony ... I believe even the clouds stayed a moment ... suspended in a way uncommon to them ... listening to the simplicity of nature's music ... calling Spirit back to a heart with constancy once more it's own ... these brief moments ...touching the mystic beyond are gifts ... drifting through our lives ... as we attempt their capture in our butterfly nets of cellular memory.
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