The Song of the Letting it all Go
All morning, in the raspy vocals
of birds
chattering in trees,
and in the slow solemn march of deer
grazing deep
in the wood,
in the topsy-turvy argument
of the stream
rolling rapid over the stones,
you heard it in your ear, the one
song of the letting it all go.
All afternoon, in the riptide
of day-glow
turning inward,
under the broadsides of plants
turning amber
and redolent,
under the maple tree turning radiant
and colorful
before emptying itself
all over the ground
in a scattering
of forlorn gold hearts,
you heard it in your ear,
the one song of the letting it all go.
All evening, under the tolling
of vesper bells
in the church steeples,
under the high crest of clouds
cloaking the new
autumn moon,
under the vaporous street lights
casting shrill light
all over the sidewalks
and down, over the river’s
green surrendering
into aurora and light,
you heard it in your ear, the one song
of the letting it all go.
Ken Meisel is a poet and psychotherapist from the Detroit area. He is a 2012 Kresge Arts Literary Fellow, Pushcart Prize nominee, Swan Duckling chapbook contest winner, winner of the Liakoura Prize, and the author of six poetry collections: The Drunken Sweetheart at My Door (FutureCycle Press: 2015), Scrap Metal Mantra Poems (Main Street Rag: 2013), Beautiful Rust (Bottom Dog Press: 2009), Just Listening (Pure Heart Press: 2007), Before Exiting (Pure Heart Press: 2006), and Sometimes the Wind (March Street Press: 2002). His work is in over 80 national magazines including Cream City Review, Rattle, Ruminate, Midwest Gothic, Concho River Review, San Pedro River Review, Boxcar Review, Kentucky Review, Birdfeast, Muddy River Poetry Review, Pirene’s Fountain, Lake Effect, Third Wednesday, and Bryant Literary Review.