Softness

SOFTNESS (E A C# F# B E, capo 1) 

Softness like streams running downhill. I felt the street topple and spill.

Softness falls dense like afternoon rain on a 35-plus degree day.

I saw a bird I’d never seen, its shadow marching up the beach.

 

Softness like waking with the sun. No garbage trucks or terse alarms.

Brushing your teeth without the light. Out on the street it’s Oh, So, Quiet.

I felt a hand I’d never touched. It pointed to the clouds above.

 

Softness like knowing where you are. Arriving after hours in the car.

Stretching your legs, eating good food. Something is looking out for you.

I found a road I’d never been down. I watched the horizon turn inside out.