Listen, here they come

Listen, here they come, the easy rhyme words
of the English language, flying in
to settle on the branches of the tree
outside my window, families of sound

that perch together, calling their own absurd
suggestions through the comprehensive din
of common use and plain vocabulary,
far-fetched, serendipitous, profound,

and why not, we all want to be remembered
don’t we? There’s no wrong way to begin,
just this twittering polyphony
that lifts and scatters, slowly circles round

and lands again to chorus in my ear,
vowel by vowel, not easy to not hear.