ELEGY Poem: MUSIC IN TIME, by Samuel Gilpin

outside the window
green leaves
in gradated shadows

steady the elemental spill
of cool light
pressing through
fold of dark

a slow song
from someone unnamed
on the radio

what are these images hammered
together which we call experience

the body it seems
is a fragile vehicle
made hastily and frustrated
and all the small
frightened things
seem so repetitive
and mundane

when I die
I hope
I’m remembered