But there are times that it takes some searching.
Like the time that I became acutely aware of a dove's call. Oh, I had heard doves many times before, had savored the softness of their calls.
But this time, for some reason ... or perhaps no reason at all ... I wanted to find the words to describe what it was really like.
I remember searching ... for the precise words ... the ones which would help me to preserve that particular moment ... words which would help me to "say the unsayable" ... about that distinct sound floating to my ears ... carrying a certain air of mystery about it.
It's so unlike other bird calls, so soothing, so ... well, so milk-soft.
That's it! I decided that's the term I've been looking for, and I walked on into the woods, hoping I would remember to try putting it in a poem someday.
THE MILK-SOFT CALL
I pause where
tall swaying trees
verge the meadow,
clouds of leaves,
for a stirring
has carried to me
the milk-soft call
of a dove,
and I am seized
for that moment
in an amber block
(originally published in Midwest Poetry Review)
Today's word: tranquility