By the time it is written down it has
already passed. Even the animals,
the brute beasts of the fields, dumb
and blind to the ways of poetry in books,
feel it in the soul of their hooves
and the simple sensations of their tongues
touching the grass, or a pig rolling in the mud,
as birds sing for no reason but to hear themselves
make a music that poets hope to imitate.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, and more.