Music of Days
Avoid crooning cats and whistling horses.
They soothe their ears, not yours.
Find your own songs amid
oversized hats with broad brims.
You’ll grow into them all too soon.
Use whatever comes:
early winter rain,
chance flirtations,
stiffness in hips and hands,
even strawberry pie.
There’s no end to the music of days.
Simply grow receiving ears
so your tunes hum you
as tones and overtones,
in the sounding board
of each cell.