You see, when the bird sings a song, I don’t ask,
“Why is it that you sing?”
That would keep me
From drifting in the peaks and valleys of the waves.
Perhaps there is much more said in a half rest —
When silence breaks, the sharps rise and flats sink.
How does someone express the inexpressible?
I understand the bird’s song
The same way a dog enjoys the cool water
After a faraway fetch:
It surrounds him
And brings cooling comfort,
Knowing when he emerges,
A new life begins.