Timothy Pilgrim
High on Adventure's Poet Laureate
Timothy Pilgrim


By Timothy Pilgrim

The hum

Secret must be at the heart
of it — knowing something others
will learn someday, likely not soon.

And maybe happiness has a part — 
or contentment at least. We 
bear witness to joy any secret keeper

exudes. We hear not a whisper 
of the secret. Not even a song. 
Glean only hint, an audible clue.

Glaciers hum, Antarctica hums.
Wind whips across the ice shelf, 
makes ice move a bit, disturbing

snow. We hear the resulting hum.
High in Colorado, we see mist
shroud steep mountain peaks,

fog belly along streams, crawl
into valleys, obscure tamarack, fir,
spring, stream. We feel wind scud

across scree, past boulders,
over cairns. If we do not breath,
let ear guide us, the hum is clear.

Scientists have found all the Earth
is humming — in F major. The secret 
nature hums about likely explains

how to keep the planet from dying. 
We do sing, about ourselves. So far,
our grade in humming — F minus. 

(republished by Whatcom Watch; first published by Harbinger Asylum)


Doe and fawn on alert
Doe and fawn on alert
copyrighted Pilgrim photo

Rhine River Castle watercolor by Mary Dale
Rhine River Castle by Mary Dale

  Timothy Pilgrim, a native of Montana and retired university journalism professor living in Bellingham, WA, is a Pacific Northwest poet and 2018 Pushcart Prize nominee. His poems have been accepted more than 500 times by journals such as Toasted Cheese, Mad Swirl, Cirque, Santa Ana River Review, Windsor Review, Hobart, Otoliths and Prole Press in the U.S. Canada, Australia and the United Kingdom. He is the author of Mapping water and Seduced by metaphor: Timothy Pilgrim collected published poems, which the back cover calls “a 10 on any Richter imagination scale.”