for Meredith Monk

A hundred and fifty minutes of
strings and ethereal rhythms
yield to a decisive shift in relations.

Personal attention to detail, like a
military drill, and a willingness to
shout “Hey Ya!” in confined spaces,

is more than we can ask. All that is left
to do is provoke the wide-eyed child, count
breaths, and let the elements take over.

DB 2009