The Glen Speech

[EL GALLO, spoken]
You wonder how these things begin
Well, this begins with a glen
It begins with a season which
For want of a better word
We might as well call—September

It begins with a forest where the woodchucks woo
And leaves wax green
And vines entwine like lovers; try to see it
Not with your eyes, for they are wise
But see it with your ears:
The cool green breathing of the leaves
And hear it with the inside of your hand:
Thе soundless sound of shadows flicking light
Celebratе sensation
Recall that secret place
You've been there, you remember
That special place where once—
Just once—in your crowded sunlit lifetime
You hid away in shadows from the tyranny of time
That spot beside the clover
Where someone's hand held your hand
And love was sweeter than the berries
Or the honey
Or the stinging taste of mint

It is September—
Before a rainfall—
A perfect time to be in love