Meter

Meter 7/4

I want to let the measure talk about itself
Tell a story of what it does in the quiet times
Let it stretch itself out and dust the shelf

So to speak - play out its story on the tines
Of some old fork spinning in a drain
Caught all whirlpool like a nice rhythm and rhyme

I want to give voice to the concept of rain
The expanse of the valley - of space
Of time - I want to give voice to pain

Open mouthed and screaming encased
In the paper cage of harrowing that can only be torn
And never erased

I want to speak the sounds of the just born
Let the voice of the fields be mine
Let it flow from the page weathered - worn

I want to let the measure sing about time
Let each moment tell about another