We Shall Be Released

Every afternoon that autumn
walking across campus
past the conservatory
I heard the soprano
practicing
her voice rising
making its way up the scale
straining to claim each note
weeks of work
of days
growing shorter
darker
storms slamming the campus
the semester staggering
to an end
everyone exhausted
drained
heading out and going home
the campus nearly deserted
but the soprano
still working the scales
when I passed under the trees
the liquidambars on fire
the clouds like great cities
sailing out to sea
and didn’t I ascend
with her
my own weariness
and sorrows
dropping away
didn’t we rise together
her voice straining
wavering
at the top of its range
almost reaching
almost claiming
that high
free-of-the-body
final note

Joseph Stroud

CultFit Final

 

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4 Comments on “We Shall Be Released”

  1. In the Stillness of Willow Hill says:

    lyrical, seasonal, magical

  2. spill71 says:

    Wonderful, loved the last part how it turned to love makin’. Interesting how the leaves and sky made you think about that. Really lovely poem.


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