Communion - by Louise Erdrich - from "Baptism of Desire" - 'Sacraments'

It is spring. The tiny frogs pull their strange new bodies out of the suckholes, the sediment of rust, and float upward, each in a silver bubble that breaks on the water's surface, to one clear unceasing note of need.

Sometimes, when I hear them, I leave our bed and stumble among the white shafts of weeds to the edge of the pond. I sink to the throat, and witness the ravenous trill of the body transformed at last and then consumed in a rush of music.

Sing to me, sing to me.
I have never been so cold
rising out of sleep.

Louise Erdrich - from "Baptism of Desire" - 'Sacraments: Communion'

I recently gave a copy of 'Baptism of Desire' to one of my favorite contemporary composers at Christmas time. I am hoping he hears the music in this as vibrantly as I do.