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from Walking through Cherry Blossoms

I think good poetry and music produce good spirituality.

And if everything I touch is music
then the tomatoes still hard and green
are faster finger exercises down the vine.
And if everything I touch is vibration
then my hand along the rail is
a tuning fork for the reed
the grasshopper its resonant body.
And if the whole planet is one song
then you are the rainforest
the repeat refrain of the rain itself
the small voice of the tree frog.
And if all I ever touch are waves
then the requiem of a mouse in its trap
is the cry of the first wind
the voice of a deep valley.
And if the very earth I walk
lays down the drumbeat home
then you are the hearth
the alleluia leaping from stone.


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		© 2010 Leanne McIntosh Leanne McIntosh is the author of two books of poetry, The Sound the Sun Makes and Liminal Space and several chapbooks. Her work has appeared in the Glenairley chapbook series edited by Patrick Lane and in a number of literary journals. She also facilitates poetry workshops and was a participant in both Cooked and Eaten Poetry Marathon and Random Acts of Poetry. She lives in Nanaimo, B.C. and is currently working on her third manuscript titled The Habit of Being.
from Walking through Cherry Blossoms December 1998 I think good poetry and music produce good spirituality. And if everything I touch is music then the tomatoes still hard and green are faster finger exercises down the vine. And if everything I touch is vibration then my hand along the rail is a tuning fork for the reed the grasshopper its resonant body. And if the whole planet is one song then you are the rainforest the repeat refrain of the rain itself the small voice of the tree frog. And if all I ever touch are waves then the requiem of a mouse in its trap is the cry of the first wind the voice of a deep valley. And if the very earth I walk lays down the drumbeat home then you are the hearth the alleluia leaping from stone. about us ::: guidelines ::: contact ::: order ::: chapbooks ::: Monday's Poem ::: Monday's Archive