Poetry: Mahler Symphony On a Bench In a Forest
Remember when
the chaos and lovely paused,
how the breathless instruments
rippled with a warm glow, and
how the wet green shivered in delight and
how we took a breath
in the new shimmering air,
still and quiet.
We wanted to roar and
whoop and cry and
beat at our chests,
wanted to fly
and stomp our feet!
Watching us,
lumbering clouds
with grey hair and gentle bellies,
gathered together,
and talked.
They were kind enough
to allow thundering rain
be the applause.