Bright

It was so bright today, I heard the moon.

She sang to me sweetly, then whispered,

"Shut up, Freddy! Stop lecturing yourself.

If you're truly silent for a single moment

you'll hear the stars hollering your name,

the sky bellowing blue emptiness,

flowers shouting from riotous gardens,

yellow, coral, umber, fuschia,

making such a ruckus of delight!

You'll hear a cosmos of bees,

one buzz better than philosophy.

Symphony of weeds, violins of thistle,

horns of hollow gourd and cornstalk.

You'll hear the last grass-green angels

sparkle and trumpet to their lady bugs.

Listen, Freddy! Just for a moment.
Everything is singing

when your mind is quiet."