on an overgrown path

where you live
on an overgrown path
with a circular vision
of your uninterrupted horizon
my path today is the suffering offered
by Janacek, his somber work of remembering
a joyful homage of sound
after the loss of a child

we all cherish the hopes of children
those birthed from your loins
those I will try to inspire, seen too rarely
yet still I will speak of reasons why
it is important to create
beautiful sounds
mixed with punctuated silence
like the ones you hear — cheerful awakenings
every morning at dawn
or nighttime cries of hungry owls
and frightened prey resigned to the cycle

I pray to find the peace of your horizon
that I may become the reflection of my own vision
and return to nature's rare gift of fresh air
a simple wish found
in the middle of a nowhere you call home



                   on an overgrown path
                   25 march, 2006