Scale can relate to relative size or to music. Curiously the two meanings converge in a poem from 2016 in Reading Room called Small World Tales, the start of an imagined, or hoped for, series. The Hadza are a nomadic people for whom time is not of the essence. I wanted to compare their pace of life with that of one of the frenzied professionals that wear out the sidewalks of any large city. One tale is set in waltz tempo, the other swings as a square dance.
I just completed a poem inspired by a passacaglia, and there are other musical forms I’d like to put in verse. Perhaps I have an inner song-writer, whose voice is muffled by a puffy inner pessimist. Tra-la.