reeds of sound

Written by: Jayne Eggins

I had become the slender reed
that bent to curve but never broke

a hollow echo of time 
that thrilled my veins 
(and now haunts my eyes) 
and was sung, 
as roots of knowledge dug deep, 
but with a finding of ground 
they eased closer to my heart

with limbs of grace 
and foreign hands
I had wandered,
the face of the earth

but I return 
to bend ever lower
in giving thanks, 
I am a hollow reed 
now streaming on the sound
of a whole world,

still singing its own song 
in an a cappella of time