i do not know
if bamboo wind chimes
ward off evil spirits
maybe they do
or whether they entice
souls of the departed
to revisit their loved ones
all things considered
but as I sit in this garden
with a light breeze blowing
on a true blue sky day
in blistering heat
i hear music
there is something so
satisfying in the gentleness
of that subtle hollow sound
of canes clacking softly
while suspended from
a beam on our deck
close your weary eyes
take a long deep breath
be still and hear nature’s notes
her unique playful
composing
imagine being in Bali
barefoot and fancy free
beside the mountains
far far away where all
concerns are going going
gone
wind stirs in strands
of uncombed holiday hair
not a care in the world
drift in thought flight
all is well, all is peace