Morning Riff by Mara Lemanis
Morning Riff by Mara Lemanis
Morning Riff
What is it when
the words you hear march
through your morning light
and turn your first-born seedlings
into tinder
and make crusts that form
a rust ring round your heart;
What is it when
the words you hear
make magnets for your
firstborn loves
and sweep into debris
whatever does not hold
whatever was first dropped
and left to die unloved;
What is it when
the words you hear
are like the choked sound
of a body caught in tar
or sounds that ring
like hammers
striking down whatever
never must be loved;
What is it then
when all the mornings
of the world
ring out at once
but you hear just a chant
indelible, incessant
like bagpipes in the rain
or trumpets scraping wind on glass
or zithers trembling down a lonely scale…
They make a riff
that binds you
to the sounds first heard
the words that trained your thought
like manacles
and played your love
against the mornings
of the world.
Mara Lemanis
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