We’ll All Need An Usher One Day
June 8, 2012
Sat under a tree
and watched a bird die.
Sat there next to it
talking, crazy, so
it wouldn’t feel alone
when it died. Feeling…
Like I know what birds
might feel; broken neck,
close to death, singing,
flying. Either way
I sat there talking
to the bird, its head
flopped off to one side,
until that last time
its eyes opened wide
(Did it look at me?)
then closed on what’s next.
The Weaving
May 17, 2012
I was thinking about
the significance
of the Buddha’s hand
position That right one,
fingertips to Earth.
The left cradling a lotus,
opening arms
to receive light and waves
of the sun.
The thread weaving
on the wide, wide
sheet of it all, bodies
a kind of needle and straw
Rain falling and soaking
into the dirt (how
deep?) and flames
racing up into nothing
(heading for the sun?)
I closed my eyes and breathed.