Old Fish

Old hands, new tricks . . .

Standstill

The clouds didn't dance Instead they came to a stop Released their burdens Even when still, there is breath A snowy iteration

let yourself be brushed by amaranth or spicebush while you wander wild allow yourself to be smudged even when there is no smoke

In times of furor Walls won’t silence this music These songs of freedom Listen, says the nightingale, Fervor is tempered with grace

The mourning dove coosPerched high on electric linesEnergy transmits Listen, says the nightingale,Power generates within

She envies the foolHis follies lead to wisdomHard earned currency Be still, says the nightingale,In silence sort chaff from grain

Last night he tore down Hard walls enclosing his heart A frightful storm raged Listen, says the nightingale, Grow valor rooted in peace

We’ll stand united When roses cease their blooming In peaceful protest Till then, says the nightingale, Let’s join together in song