There Is Peace in the Surging Prow

Photo by Richard Stachmann

On a winter morning you can feel how the earth
surges forward. Against the house walls
a blast of air rattles
out of nowhere.

Surrounded by motion: the tent of tranquility.
And the secret rudder in the migrating bird flock.
Out of the winter darkness
a tremolo rises

from hidden instruments. It’s like standing
under summer’s tall linden, with the din

of ten thousand
insect wings overhead.

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