Wiseacre Wood [Pulaski Road at Night]

Listen close

for the stars above have such good things to tell you.

Listen honestly, into the twilight
let your eardrum lean hard into the sky to hear the song being written just for you.

High above the embrace of hearth, of more import than daily distraction, high-hanging only for you

lofty strung lightnotes of
praise and
grace
from the Ancients

Every evening looklisten up

the path you seek
the answer you desire
the tine you need to choose

all overhead, singing for you.
listen deep, lean in hard
trust
levitate
exhale
fly