Let the Resonance Fall
by
Radiance Angelina Petro

After showering, shaving,
I get right to poetry.

Running parallel to bridges,
connecting tones near and far,

beyond question my magnetic-
imagination. My whole body full

of sound. I’ve observed myself
for weeks. There is nothing trifling in what comes.

I must try to catch reflections,
transpose light as the Muse sees fit.

There is an eternal vibrato, tremulous,
holy, flowing in all things, like

notes from a low clarinet, always
beginning. I want to know everything in the world–

always beginning, the pen moves. All that is
necessary is to let the resonance fall.