Wool the Cat’s Got
 
 

The Art of the Fugue unravels like a skein
of wool the cat’s got, crossing and recrossing
from bass to treble on the violins
and cello of The Emerson String Quartet.
 
It’s quite serene. And I begin to ease,
with this slow music in my ears. It will
not let up, instead it just marches on
past time’s brute metronome, for all the world
 
as if time could be different – as if
a sort of dance were possible, in which
the seconds stirred to life and order, and
the heart and mind danced in the structured air.
 
John Claiborne Isbell
 
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If you have any thoughts about this poem, John Claiborne Isbell  would be pleased to hear them