The lullaby you finally hear

So wickedly prescient
that foreshadowing opener
Rock-a-bye
baby on the treetops

Rock-a-bye

and you’ve scarcely said
hello to the world.

When the wind blows
the cradle will rock gently

for a time.

When the bough breaks
you will fall through
your life down
baby down cradle and all

the ground some unknowable
distance beneath.

So look as you tumble
listen and touch
be exhilarated
be sickened
by the whirl
of it all

the precipitous drop through
all you cannot grasp

the soft fecundity of leaves
the brusque branches you
scrape in passing

the
wild
hidden
things.

You will know the words
by heart in the end feel
them in your fading
flesh

then forget them.

And return to
the treetops
with the melody
of your making

soothing your
evanescent ears
lulling you finally
to sleep.

 

 

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