Wednesday, December 14, 2011


The wind ringed like crystal
inside the empty train bridge,
I am heartbroken
by the lesson of this carillon
and the kneeling trees.
Rain painted over the sound,
I changed my voice 
to join the opening of a way
unseen to the soul and metal
always demanding a victim.
Everything moves in a light
of birds back into the dark source,
I reclaimed the hour of birth
for an instant again unmolded
to listen and become a world.
About John Swain:
John Swain lives in Louisville, Kentucky.  Thunderclap Press published his most recent chapbook, Fragments of Calendars.

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