St Hildegard might be pleased to hear
the women's clarion voices -
echoing from little car speakers
they sing St Hildegard's song
of a thousand years ago.

In the driveway
the engine's now off,
the radio still on.
Deer in the scrub,
the shadowy woods of juniper and oak,
are visible in the rear-view mirror
peering toward the ringing sounds -
poised in a narrow window
to an ancient time.