Let there be Song!

by Kevin T McEneaney

We don’t understand gravity, Space, time,

or even the nature of light itself,

yet we think we are big shots in this world

because we know how it can be destroyed.

Why is there something rather than nothing?

Why am I writing, and you are reading?

Here, that you, remains hypothetical….

When I write, yesterday does not exist,

or it lingers, floating in air like light

to the surface of my mind and my wit,

a little tool that may contain some light,

odd observation, perhaps some wisdom

that turns beyond ear to hear words strangely

and rejoice in their weightless melody.

Kevin T McEneaney

Author of The Enclosed Garden, Longing, and otner books