Poem 1

from Fever Outtakes


When the boy floated out,

He could see how things

did and didn’t matter.

He saw how the winter stars

that clustered in the cherry tree’s

glistening bare branches

were the same as blossoms;

how far is the same as near;

how short is as good as long, and

how everything familiar is strange

and not at all as he thought it was;

how the whole of it –

the river, the tree, all the trees,

the village and the wide, wide sky

could squeeze into a small boy’s head

and sing the same song inside as out

and none of it be a song at all.


US Work Sheets 2013