There are so many voices here <br />Shift-working the dream-block <br /> <br />This sizable union <br />Squeezing-in circumstance <br />Forging verse into <br />Gunpowder <br /> <br />Listening <br />For slow earth quake <br />And psychic revelation <br /> <br />We gather for love-mass <br />In books stores <br />Barns, and on far-out icebergs <br />Huddled apart <br />Waiting to touch love <br /> <br />It's a familiar echo <br />That floats through the day <br />Like Sunday morning prayer <br />Low in winter<br /><br />Roland Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-experience/
