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
Fred Lowe 