Poetry, Rilke Project

His One Word

His work was great
It was
He walked alone
Among the trees
Turning leaves
Flipping rocks
Until all he had left:

Was one word

Like a drop of water in the sea
Or a single leaf fallen in the forest
When he spoke
It shouted
Loud.
Brave.
Birds who gave their songs on his walk
Shattered the stillness with their startled flight
Until they returned to their places
Folding melodies inside:

His one word

This one drop
This one leaf
An essential gleam
On the path of existence
Earth traces around Sun
Like a smile we smile
Before the song we sing

Rilke Project, Number 1, A response to ‘Early Apollo’
© 2017 Stephen Fuller

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