your chanting from the room across the hall

your chanting flows in from the farther room,

like a warm heart bath it calms my trembling horror.

and the unknowingness of the sandskrit comforts

deeply my typical urge to know

i can sit simply in the vibrations of your chanting

never longing for an alteration or altercation

i have read the horrific tales in the daily news

and i have watched the unknowing crowds of jeering haters

and I am lost for a solution, yet you subdue the horrors

with your winsome tune, echoing in my heart beat like a tabla

my spine is a resonator for your marimba beats


About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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