Symphony Number One

This poem was first published in Bellowing Ark summer 2002. The joy of new life, the hope, the wonder.

Symphony Number One

Music’s first beat rumbles
as a gentle percussion,
the heart’s pumping vibration
steady and sure with the
castanet snap of dual paired valves.
Life dances and somersaults
to this basic rhythm—
mother and her unborn child.

Her indistinct melody, tone,
pitch of voice heard
as the distant muffled chorus of angels.
In imperfect mimicry tiny vocal cords
move in silence, drink sound,
await a first audible cry,
their first song sung.

c. Darlene Moore Berg


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