This
poem tells me it’s tame and local, but
wild
enough to commune with earth, air, fire,
and
water as if I didn’t exist.
Like
the red fox who moved her kits under
my
cousins’ backyard porch, it needs safety
enough
to move closer, but no touching.
I lay
my hands on pen and paper, and
the
poem laughs. That is not me! it exclaims
as
if it is a god I try to name.
The earth is at stake, it crows, not one fox,
one backyard, one sunset, one dogwood tree.
Could
such arrogance lead to unity?
Here
I sit among the tools of my life
frozen
between extremes of fight and flight,
while
an invisible force faces me.
A
big black bird lands on the nearest pine
and
waits. The wind stops, too, to see what’s
next.
The
roses need trimming, but I don’t move.
As
if I asked, the answer comes: Because
you wouldn’t listen, no one would, to soft
words from us and those you looked down
on.
We are all around you, waiting, sometimes
loudly, to be heard, to be respected.
I
fear breathing will break this magic.
But
as sun slips into night, and black bird
leaves,
I feel a faint breeze. Under my hand
the
words stand “Forget magic, we need you.”
For earthweal weekly challenge: CULTURE AND NATURE
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My favourite poem of yours of all time, my friend. I love all the creatures in it, the laughing poem, and the voice of spirit, which knows every one of us is needed for the work at hand. Your fox made me think about the orphaned baby raccoon living, for now, across the hall for me in my neighbour's apartment. It was plucked from the ocean where it was in distress, no mother around, and my neighbour found it huddled miserably in a parking lot, so he brought it home to tend it till she is big enough to be set free. The problem being our building manager. Hope he doesnt catch wind of it........
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ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful and tangible and lovely. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThe interactions between the human and natural say it all, beautifully.
ReplyDeleteSorry to get by slow -- Such an earnest attempt here to mediate culture with nature and vice versa. For me what is noblest about this poem is its humility -- we are so small, so limited in comprehension, so inept at listening and seeing nature, both outside and within. There is even a refutation of poetry ("forget magic") in order to embrace the poetry of silent things. This is life sized and precious. - Brendan
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