Birthsong

There is

a note

of syncopated

sadness

meandering

the banks

of the fabled

mighty

river

southward

onward

into the imposing

ever ingesting

gulf

of legends aloft

and sunken galleons.

Sadness

and longing

of melancholic

seductive

darkness

—supple and shiny:

chastising sun,

unheard

nightly weeping—.

Humming

and sobbing

arise

from he stillness:

wounded soul

birthing

the rhythm

of blues.