STARTING OUT OF TIME (AGAIN)
I must start out of tempo,
Sometimes getting lost.
But after hours and many tries
At thoughts and skills and inner ties,
An inner eye will clarify;
The thing is fostered, building up;
Lost gets tossed, then lost gets lost.
At seemingly no cost. Rubato
Takes up speed,
Which leads to something it itself
Can breed. Ideas appear. Indeed,
Ideas cohere
In fullness and in form, informed
By sheer reflection; sheer and clear,
Like glass through which one sees, gets seen.
Jazz musicians have the key—
And those who master Zen.
I must start out of tempo,
Let the hand say when.
When I get lost, it can be years
Before I’m back on track.
But after years of lies and tries
The tempo builds up speed
As if and of itself, the seed
Of spontaneity has cracked,
Sprouting, spurting, spuming out
A finished, polished thing with clout.
Starting Out Of Time rewritten 1.27.2019 Vaguely About Music II; Arlene Nover Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 