Organ Notes

Notes like vapor

rolling, tumbling, roiling—

pierced by Organ pipes, taper

down slopes, eerily creeping.

Gentle and swift,

soft edges of mist

like a force of nature shift

down to the ears, kissed

a valley so low

far from the uproar,

yet softly, sweetly slow

the notes float in the door.

Melodious in dry lands

these clouds descend,

played by skillful hands—

the deaf drought they end.

Coarse bush and cacti

watered well with a tune,

gradually notes untie

the heat of June.