I:

In sartorial splendorIt becomes presented.Back channel chatterAs a chime in a Summer breeze.Steady undercurrent steeringSurrenderSee the consonanceHear the harmonic flowNo ripplesNo noiseNo heart to use your knees.

II:

Misfortune of an irritating voiceKeeping in the fires of your synapsesLike a good melody may at times,How sad the day you realizeThe pending misfortuneOf a chorus of gentility singing “goodbye”Laze and haze of the post noon rainOne long sweet tea,One long sweet tea,Thick swirl that doesn’t so mix.

III:

The straight road winds,And breeds by itself in spots.The rare house breaks the terrain,The metal tree in the yardA window to many elsewheresThis world, the world, is this one where you are at.It is here, it is now, it is unprofane.Blueberries, blackberries abound,Roadside in greenest fields you can find;Paste your thoughts onto the slow, lazy airIn rapidity it moves motionlessas antioxidants enter your body’s care.The stillness of it all mends your mind.And so with sensations honing, sharpening,from the distant somewhereSense descends, unwraps,Her depth to acquire,And you may then understandhow Nature and Man can conspire –see the surety of the mallard’s unsure walkSolomon’s Seal, Jacob’s Ladder,and Blackeyed Susan’s resilient stalk;you can hear a chorus of King James,the harmony of the devoted youngany unbetoward thought tames;the humming of the farmer’s plowbaitcast hitting watera daytime field walk, in whispera life lesson passed from mother to daughter;metered verse with 6 strings plucked,and all entwined with the unmoving breeze -you may this majestic symphony conduct.

But you, you are the ripple.You are the noise.Learn your knees.