Martin Willitts, Jr.
Bio Note: I center my poems around Quaker practice, and hearing within the silence. I must hear a lot because I have published 16 full-length collections, the most recent and forthcoming is Unexpected (Duck Lake Books). Someone said that the title is ironic. I say, it is the messages that are unexpected.
Music in the Garden
messages from jays the interruptions from inhospitable downpours the intense sun the storms never releasing the daily wondering what seed will take hold or fail a history of losses and gains I notice the progress afterwards each musical phrase each edited line picked clean each ache of heart and body welcoming the messiness of digging the rewards at the end the ground practically vibrates I’ve done what I’m meant to do
I witness the larva stages of caterpillar to butterfly, its long, hidden secrets of transitioning, their flight almost babbles its presence to be seen, its restless efforts to amaze and amuse, knowing it only lasts for a brief late summer, a mere sampling of milkweed. All the good moments are always arriving with a language like butterfly movements, this burden of being completed by light. It all ebbs out like night purpling the sky.
©2020 Martin Willitts, Jr.
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