beyond the fence across the creek

a woman sings— hello, hello

what’s your name—it’s morning

it’s morning—what’s your name

a voice singing, spontaneous

and random, uncalled for nor

conjured, yet present

unannounced and resonant

like a wine glass approaches

high C harmonizes

to such an extent

with the word it shatters

redefining what it means

to be only who you are

(March 23, 2024)