THIS MUSIC HAS HOLES IN IT

but all music has holes in it.

rock plops      into a pool

ripples spread        for awhile

between the wickers of a basket       closings

then openings

none with any voice       but the rock

plops into the pool

pool guzzles it     delicious low throated  gurgle

what does the air feel           above it

child skips a stone into the water

                                                 it’s gone

then there’s the cackle of a crow      the long arrogant

wail of a freight train      

                                   passing

this house has holes in it

for looking out          and in 

what is the space         within

this window has flaws in it

                                              bubbles

where the glass blower          paused

this heart has a valve in it

a hole        a slow leak

between seed and seed’s descent

into its instrument

bow scratched across gut strings

fist in the chest         thud

                                           and reverberations

this music has holes in it

big enough for a spaceship

for a bomb

for a god to drive through