Ceramic Frog

Ceramic Frog

By Michael Warren

 

Sits in the garden, croaking

and croaking, but no one comes:

he’s a lonely frog, you can hear him

singing his silent song

to the green trees and the purple flowers.

You say “I hear nothing,

he’s a ceramic frog,

he holds a pot of azaleas

in his wide and friendly back

and there is no silent song.”

And I say “Everything has its own song,

the trees, the bougainvillea bush,

and the endless moving ocean:

the sun, the moon, the ceramic frog –

he sings, but you cannot hear him.”