thesummerking

TYPICAL NIGHT-
HERDING SONGS gallop
their rhythms and tell of
love. G doesn’t usually
sing to the herd at night.
He may talk to them listen
stand in the herd. Listen.
That community. A low
purple listening but with a
height to the sound. Them listening…
Much is misnomer in our
present way of grasping the
world. But pines do
always seem queenly as
they sway so grand and
anciently from the sky to
the ground. Motion is part
of listening….gradually
imperially they begin
swaying. Then as one
rhythm they pass the sway
from shape to shape around
the circle its amplitude
increasing its warmth rising…
one of them spins up off its shanks
and performs a 360-degree
spin in air and returns to
place. Slotting itself into
the undulation of the others
as firmly as temptation into
I can resist anything but…
…Wilde Wild
Wildness does surely attract
him although what he
knows about it is not much…