MOZART, STONES, AND TREES
He wanted to play
a Mozart violin sonata with someone,
but since he couldn’t play the violin
and didn’t know a pianist,
he went outside
and walked among stones and trees.
He saw the stones sitting precisely
where they should be,
and the trees taking each other’s hands
as breezes blew by.
He held his hands out
and they folded together like friends,
and the trees and stones
stayed where they were,
and the time of day
was just what it must be.