Wednesday, February 14, 2018

The Old Man’s Minuet at Midnight

I nod off while listening
To Pehr Nordgren’s dance,
Dreaming of the ancestries

Of words that haunt me,
Terms especially,

The words other languages
Have to borrow whole
Or translate as a cluster
Of loosely related scripts.

Numinous . . . numen . . .
Dreaming as ruminating.
Wake me at a nod from God.

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