Still Point
Still Point
MzSop, viola, pf
Poetry lyrics:
The days rush by in fleets like drifts of clouds.
We mean to note them, find their shapes or plot
their known locations, call their names out loud,
but they are here before we know they're not.
A flock of starlings wheels and turns and dives
as one, the individual birds suppressed
by boundless number; seamlessly they fly
till darkness forces them, like us, to rest.
I've heard that when you die your brain reviews
your life, and pauses on the scenes that mean
the most. But what if days, like clouds, refuse
to stop? Like starlings, won't alight, be seen?
I seek the one still point in all the roiling air.
I close my eyes, and you are there.
SHONA SIMPSON
Authored (or revised): 2007
Published: 2007
Text source: Shona Simpson, with permission
Book format: Score + part
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