the tuner
as the echoing strings played out,
the tuner halted, amazed
by the bend,
trained ears following familiar trails, phrases
departing time signatures,
anticipating the sweet simplicity of it all,
heeding the ritual of those musicians who came before,
and offering his hands to wash,
water pitcher and cotton towel at hand
like fingers searching sandy beaches,
his eyes closed as if predicting the movement of clouds,
the harmonic celebration of this process,
the coming on anyhow clarity of sound
right out here,
ears to see
eyes to hear
St. Louis, 1972