今朝の落書き

The world is full of songs

When you find spring among the green
as surely as it is there

when you find freedom in the wind
as surely as you feel it there

Here, too
there, too
a song

When I yawn in a soundless room
when I slip out from under the covers in the middle of the night
little fragments of words tumble into being
and roll along behind me

Oh my, I say, picking them up
and putting them in my pocket
Then a stream of words peeks out
swelling in no time
and a song that was hiding there all along quietly peeps this way

For a long time
it was I who was absent from the world
the songs have always been everywhere
here and there
still taking their ease even now

Beside me as I doze
beside you as you turn over in bed
behind that child on the way to school
on top of a car cutting through the wind
in the vending machine in a backstreet
between the white stripes of a pedestrian crossing
songs are alive

Thank you for reading again today. Even without chasing after them, perhaps I could simply watch how they move and follow along at leisure.