In the Wind - Electric Bard

Just a little off the side. Let the shape show itself. There you are. Take a sliver from the cedar block. No need to mind the turning of the clock. I carve the gentle curvature of hips, And brush the dust away from resting lips. A tiny hollow where the heart will beat. Two supple arches for the running feet. No blueprint pinned against the cedar wall. Just waiting for the quiet frame to call. I pare the edge down where the ribs divide, To leave a little breathing room inside. Not making an obedient machine, Just the sweetest face I have ever seen. Shave The Knot Away Clear The Bench For Day Let The Shavings Settle Where They Fall Room Enough For All I round the stubborn knuckles of the hand, So they can gather pebbles from the sand. I leave the jaw a little bit askew, To give you room to speak what must be true. You will not listen when I tell you stay. You will run laughing down the garden way, And scrape your knees upon the limestone shelf, And learn the strange adventure of yourself. My fingers trace the curve along your head, Blowing the cedar shavings from your bed. A shape designed to run against the blue. I cannot wait to be surprised by you. No varnish. No heavy lacquer to seal you in. Just the plain white spruce. Ready for the sunlight. Ready for the rain. Ready for whatever you choose to make of the morning. Shave The Knot Away Clear The Bench For Day Step Outside And Greet The Morning Light Ready For The Wonder Of The Flight Go on now.