The May Moon

The May moon
goes around like an inspector in
a white jacket.

The visitors will soon be here.
Is everything
in its place? This tapestry
must be brushed, green rugs everywhere
and
candles on the tables.

A little music, half muffled,
—one thrush, a
little lark, that’s better—
and violins. Bring up some more small
rivers!

-Rolf Jacobsen, The Roads have Come to an End: Selected and Last Poems

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[E]veryday life is more
interesting than forms of celebration, when we become aware of it. That is when
our intentions go down to zero. Then suddenly you notice that the world is
magical.

—John Cage

Begin to notice…

Contributed by ~liz Sorensen Wessel