A Day Full Of Pointless-Interruptions
Poem by Mark Heathcote
Tongues clack, annunciate quietly
like revival prayer meetings between two lovers
one declaring I love you; I'm yours
I am a day full of pointless-interruptions
I hear the dawn chorus it breaks with me.
I hear the oceans riptides rise-and-fall
I hear a grizzly-bear clawing a cave wall.
I hear the hoots of a ravenous barn-owl.
But within me, an angelic-calm descends.
A hush silence whenever I near you.
There are interludes of a winding river deepening.
Then leaping-like a salmon down from a waterfall.
There are intervals the wind rages into being.
And then makes feeble serenades, it whimpers-
"take-my-hand", take me I'm yours.
Such interruptions are a daily-recourse
a voice in the wilderness, that's spoken to all.
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