Sing to Me
Sing to me, Oh heavenly Muse,
Sing of the sea, “wine dark” and full of mysteries;
Sing your generous musings into my untamed ears,
Guide me to places where islands peek out and crest from the ocean’s swell of waves.
Speak to me of sailing, foreign speaking travelers, roads and pathways winding and steep, gravel covered, tree-lined and mountain rich, those which frame
the ocean’s mighty blue-black plentitudes in their sights.
Sing to me of gannets; the birds of prehistory captured in flight, white winged with sun-touched caps and eyes blue as the empty sky.
Sing to me of porcupines, earth dwellers of the spiny quills, shy and clover-munching; Sing of rabbits tramping through forests, stealing a moment to look out and survey the
open path, only to scurry playfully into the underbrush.
Bring to my ears the far-away call of the coyotes, watching over the mountain campsite. Bring to me news of whales, giants so gentle in their swimming, the sea’s expanse seems hardly touched by their brawn.
And Muse, bring to me tidings of love, companionship, a hand that reaches out and takes me into the pleasing sunshine, so that we will walk toward the horizon and find a
moment now and then to make love among the brilliant colors in the expansive catastrophe of this world.