I wrote a song of one loud note and sang it like I meant it.
I sang it to the sea one day, ignoring its constant muttering.
I sang it at the star-flung night with stardust on my tongue.
I sang it in the snow-filled dawn; my lips grew blue around it.
I sang it amid the wind-tossed pines and stopped and listened,
Tim Hawkins has lived and traveled widely throughout North America, Southeast Asia and Latin America, where he has worked as a journalist, technical writer, and teacher in international schools. He currently lives in his hometown of Grand Rapids, Michigan. His poems have appeared in a number of publications, most recently in BluePrintReview, The Fib Review, The Flea, The Literary Bohemian, Lucid Rhythms, and Underground Voices, and are forthcoming in 13 Miles from Cleveland, and The Midwest Quarterly.