Janus Point
Janus Point
Sensing
weather is coming
I realize the woods do too
As a gathering storm’s first movement
deciduous leaves turn up as if to welcome the rain
I touch a poplar’s wrinkled bark
feel its wisdom, know its truth
The wind picks up
ancient trees creak and groan
wild creatures fall silent a scherzo rain begins
and I become quiet too
Patterns of wind and water
form a second movement minuet and my mind wanders
this forest has lived for centuries
breathing and alive whether we are here or not
there’s a certain righteousness in that
Hailstones usher in the third movement
I flash connect classical composers the likes
of Mozart, Bach, Strozzi and realize they drew their
musical form from deep inside a kind
of human cellular memory
Drawn from days living in the open air
not conquering the wild but part of the wild
untethered and free
I lie quietly
listening as the storm
in its original tongue performs
a full symphony as moving as Beethoven’s 7th
A final crack of lightning shakes the trees
soon after a last raindrop falls
nature’s glorious dénouement
as the waning moon rises
a grey owl calls
And I wonder where you are tonight