Dawnings
Climbers
By Nicholas Hooper
Out of the darkness comes a bud
then another, then another
into the light reaching up to find
a place to climb, a place to climb
inch by inch, growing ever taller
in the sunlight, in the sunlight
finding a grip on a tree or fence
winding up, winding up
spreading small branches as it rises
to the sky, to the sky
grasping and rustling as its leaves unfurl
in the wind, in the wind
what is this climber, what’s its name?
with its thorns, with its thorns
is it bramble, is it rose, is it fruit or is it flower?
with its power, with its power
to grow and grow and spread and spread
until we see, until we see
that art of nature that we love
growing free, growing free.
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About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”
— Nick Hooper