Bio Note: I am a hot sauce aficionado and a lover of ampersands. My first book of poems, Shiva’s Drum, was selected for the National Poetry Series. Bone Music was selected for the Louise Bogan Award. I teach writing and literature at the University of Vermont and live with my lovely wife and uber-creative daughter in Burlington.
The wind through this tree proves that music can be made from being split in two then split again. So today I’m trying to memorize the 10,000 songs of wind through leaves, trying to let those airy riffs become my musculature, calibrate my breath. Impossible pastime, but anyway I raise a toast to the wind, & to all the miniature obstacles & mazes we living creatures make for it: bark & leaves right down to cicada & flea, aphid & the noble earth worm. The wind, divided & redivided exponentially by reeds, never stops trying to bring balance, rushing into low pressure. Gale, zephyr, squall, gust: my fingers & legs split them all, as daily we ourselves are split, as daily we break & break because it’s the only way to make of ourselves music, the only way to stay whole.
©2022 Stephen Cramer
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