First Sounds of Spring and Milk, two wonderful poems by Alan S. Keliman for this wonderful weekend. Enjoy your Spring!
First Sound of Spring…
Worms working their way through the surface chasing robins all over the yard and pussy willows popping the coatings back in splits as the fuzzy parts take hold; crocuses screaming and lilacs sticking their smells into every one’s face like they own the place and then one blue jay saying to a red-wing blackbird where you from cutie pie but in bird language which sounds more like, you know that noise a cloud makes when it is crossing the sky from east to west? That noise.
And what is reality but a trip itself
I slide through life
Sliced like processed cheese
But I am milk from a cow turned Swiss
See those bubbles you can look through?
I am them
I am the Swiss cheese bubbles gone astray
I no longer stay within the cheese
Locked amidst that yellowy mass
I don’t mind the waxy smells the days I could not see a thing
Only when the strong sun would give a glow to the whole round
And light slipped in to glow the bubbles
I smiled then
I knew then one day I would be sliced open
And I would sing yodels from the sunny Alps
The hills are alive
With the sound of music.