Sunday, September 18, 2005

How He Writes

by David Budbill

A gray and drizzling day
here on Judevine Mountain.

The birds and the wind are still,
and he too so dolorous and quiet

even his breath seems shrill.
His life is a vessel of silence

into which now voices begin
to flow. Slowly the vessel fills

like water filling a well. Now
they are calling more clearly,

calling from far below. Now
higher and closer to him. Now

the vessel is filled. Now it is
brimming over and his pen

floats on the brimming voices.
It follows wherever they go.

from Moment to Moment, Poems of a Mountain Recluse, by David Budbill

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