Music Well – Dosia McKay, Composer, Painter, Writer

Reflections on Art and Life

The Calling

You used to know everything
In even rows and columns
Effort times distance equals destination
Page eighty nine
The second paragraph on the right
In black and white
Exhibit A illustrates
A median average
Expected outcome
Law and order
Fill the prescription
And choose to be
Somewhat satisfied
Mostly satisfied
Totally satisfied

Now you don’t know anything
So you tread softly
And feel your way around
An unfamiliar territory
How does a hand of the blind
Remember the shape of your lips?
How does a carcass of a tree
Know it is time to bud?
How can you tell
The well inside is ready
To stir and spill over?
The tide is turning
The voice is calling
But no words are spoken
The surge is unmistakable
A seductive dance of destiny
The wonder of conception
And the nausea of birth pains
The wind blows wherever it pleases
And you hear its rustling
It murmurs your name

©2008 Dosia McKay

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