Mating Calls

Wherever I turn I find distress,
the signs of weird anxiety.
The trembling chords of veiled desire
are what define reality.

The warbling calls of mating birds
outside my bedroom’s window
confirm creation’s sheer conceit
to multiply its bounty.

Is this the music of the spheres?
the sweet vibration of man’s fears?
Well, Bach himself would be surprised
by this unwarranted conclusion!

Copyright 2020 Dennis M. Cortes

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: