still summered open window
silent evening with trees
silence still summons me
to hear myself in breeze
the message of my leaves
tune the frequency of gold
doubt in all my static
sieve a deeper music
summer ball in aether
sings me – dance! feeling first
for love, forgiveness,
for their source
my part in the whole
later a raven flies
across the garden
just below, close,
did we see each other?
that may be a whim
i wonder what it means
in all this listening
is that heretical or human
seeking certainty, until
i realise somewhere inside
i know without knowing
must trust, garden slow,
growth’s dance with sun
A. H / K. H-H (4th July 2019, revisions 5th July)
