Bach at Midday
Unnatural to sit still in the midst of such motion.
It might be a life, yours
or another’s, lived
at break-neck pace.
It might be a cluttered room,
an owl patrolling a wood, the recipe for a cake,
the cake itself. Or just the love
of these, a great love
navigating your body, shaping
ear to note, note to ear,
finally becoming domestic as it bustles
the length of the gut,
turning your thoughts
to errands that need doing
and milk, lovely milk, running low in its container.
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