Three Sheep, Henri Moore, 1972.
Dear People,
Your song for today. While we are listening, let's pretend we are somebody else. I'll go first: I am a shepherdess, camped in the high mountains, but soon it will be time for me and my flock to head to the foothills. I have a little caravan I live in; there is room only for slow things; a guitar, pens and paper, knitting needles, some watercolor paints. I have been writing to you all summer, trying to tell you about the deep quiet in the darkest part of the night; how it is sometimes broken by a disturbance in the flock. When I get down to the foothills in a few more weeks, there will be people to talk with and spend time with, and I wonder, will I remember how to speak in the language I haven't used since May? What will I say when they ask 'what have you been doing?'
