Someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.
A woman and her son wait for the bus.
A farmer considers the changing sky; A teacher says, ‘Take out your pencils. Begin.’
We encounter each other in words, words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed; words to consider, reconsider.
- from “Praise Song for the Day,” Elizabeth Alexander
20 January 2009