Rattle the tin cans

Shake the drum, rattle the tin cans.
Strike metal on brass,
Make the loudest pots sing for dear life.
Turn a field of cows into commotion.

Lean on your horn,
Sound trumpets in the midst of the city.
Scream like you’re drowning, or saved.
Shatter the glass and raise a holy hell.
Chase away quiet thoughts
Like flies on the King’s breakfast.

Then stop,


and let the silence

share its unspeakable joys



About bobjanisdillon

Unitarian Universalist minister, poet, husband, father, three-chord guitar wonder.
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