Why does the Caged bird sing? (for J.S.)
A meditation on what sparks the creative impulse, while reflecting on the works of John Cage, among others.
Hidden in the I Ching,
or Dimension Z
or perhaps The Book of Kells,
like a Rosetta stone, a rosary, or rose -
is a curiosity,
a singular key (drink me, eat me),
to the creative enterprise,
of poetry or prose,
to writing, mesostic
or painting, encaustic
to dancing on the head of a pin.
A small etude, string theory,
opposites reconciled, once again
physics and poetry
in a brand new paradigm
singing the body electric
In the stillness is the dancing.
The music of the spheres is linear, is light.
My little grey cells ring like bells
In the crystal cathedral of a starry night.