Beautiful Dust

I suppose New has something to say for itself
In the way a country song plays
Over the driving I do on back roads
It’s a song I’m not singing because you see
I don’t know the words yet.
But perhaps the stillness is enough
Or even yet the rocking
When the night makes clear the curvature of the earth
By means of half a moon
And clouds filled with silver linings
Those same clouds that by sunlight
Remind me how tall is the sky.
So I drive and listen
To the words I’ll sing soon
And I think about
The way Spring clothes the dogwoods in pink and white and
About the new mason jar in the cupboard
Holding more water
Than my old one.