This begins with a season, which for want of a better word we might as well call September.
It begins with a forest, where the woodchucks woo and leaves wax green and vines entwine like lovers.
Try to see it, not with your eyes for they are wise, but see it with your ears: The cool, green breathing of the leaves.
And hear it with the inside of your hand, the soundless sound of shadows flicking light.
Celebrate sensation! Recall that secret place, that special place where once, just once
In your crowded, sunlit lifetime you hid away in shadows from the tyranny of time;
That spot beside the clover, where someone’s hand held your hand,
And love was sweeter than the berries or the honey or the stinging taste of mint.
[from “The Fantasticks”]
People need to love. It, too, relieves life’s tensions and strengthens us to press on. Perhaps that is because it satisfies the biological imperative to reproduce. The person who experiences amore is likely to say “who cares.”Be the first to comment