Call and Response
unfinished / in progress

How simply it begins, the gaze turned
by native bewilderment or inborn
acumen, from the kind adults
at table, from the sapien stream of talk,
to color, shadow, form, and light.
To the blue-gray-purple-gray shadow
cast by a bowl or the ivory column
with its mute, self-evident meaning;
To the arc of a branch in the garden
defining existence definitvely in mid-air;
to a dark red leaf encased in ice,
blithely become a gleaming beauty;
to the theatrical slant late afternoon light,
show-off, under a bank of lowing cloud,
to the pale undersides of leaves, forecasting
the arriving front, xxxxxxxxx
cattail seeds streaming towards germination
on a passing breeze;
crows cawing over glare ice.
thickets and tangles into which we can see
but partially, the unspoken-for patches,
a water surface ever skating toward the horizon —
all forms and shapes for mind, for ways of being.
This call and response in life itself, latent,
antiphonal, as consequential as dark matter.

Provoking belief, choirs, lenses, baskets

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