Soundings (Joyce Sutphen)

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posted by Lissa mcKinley on Thursday, July 23, 2009 Edit





Brent and I are here watching the pearlescent medication drip into my veins as I hold myvery special rock basket. All's well so far, and I received this wonderful poem this morning. We are going to try to take a picture, and the first one will be holding jayne and Chris's lovely snow-marble.







Soundings

by Joyce Sutphen



In the afternoon of summer, sounds

come through the window: a tractor

muttering to itself as it



pivots at the corner of the

hay field, stalled for a moment

as the green row feeds into the baler.



The wind slips a whisper behind

an ear; the noise of the highway

is like the dark green stem of a rose.



From the kitchen the blunt banging

of cupboard doors and wooden chairs

makes a lonely echo in the floor.



Somewhere, between the breeze

and the faraway sound of a train,

comes a line of birdsong, lightly

threading the heavy cloth of dream.