THE CALDER TREE
( for Connie )
The tree stands
naked
against a sunset
leafless.
She cries for the tree's
lost leaves.
I tuck her into bed
promise to make her
a tree
a la Calder.
Dawn sees the tree
adorned
in mobiles...wind chimes
where leaves should be.
The tree sings
the morning.
Mobiles sings the day
that is
to be.
The Calder tree
orchestrates this Thursday.
Birds are
our choir.
She stands under
understands
the moment
as it
sings.
She the one "stabile"
beneath the cascade
of wind chimes & mobiles
that the morning plays.
The tree
forever planted
in her mind
now
all of her
outstretched
as she listens to
Time singing.
***
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 2:49 AM UTC
THE CALDER TREE
( for Connie )
The tree stands
naked
against a sunset
leafless.
She cries for the tree's
lost leaves.
I tuck her into bed
promise to make her
a tree
a la Calder.
Dawn sees the tree
adorned
in mobiles...wind chimes
where leaves should be.
The tree sings
the morning.
Mobiles sings the day
that is
to be.
The Calder tree
orchestrates this Thursday.
Birds are
our choir.
She stands under
understands
the moment
as it
sings.
She the one "stabile"
beneath the cascade
of wind chimes & mobiles
that the morning plays.
The tree
forever planted
in her mind
now
all of her
outstretched
as she listens to
Time singing.
***
"Each element able to move, to stir, to oscillate, to come and go in its relationships with the other elements in its universe. It must not be just a fleeting "moment" but a physical bond between the varying event in life."
Alexander "Sandy" Calder, Comment réaliser l'art?", Abstraction-Création, Art-non Figuratif. 1932.
She nicknamed the tree "Sandy" and was her wont treating it as a living being. "I must go out and talk to Sandy!" she would say and leave us humans for conversation with a tree. I thought it was a good idea to introduce her to Art naturally and throw in mother nature herself for good measure.
