Meadow of a Dream
Piece of Mine by Margaret Heltzel
The drowsy trickle of brewing coffee,
the pronounced call of the kingfisher,
the faint shot of dissipating fog -
Tintinnabular song between bluff and hill
carrying down the middle fork’s muddy slopes
to the water flow of its brothers branches -
Harmony is happenstance
in the place of backbones and bloodlines.
