Found in Willow Springs 90
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"and thank every hour"
the small yellow gods that are warblers
are skimming the scum at the top with their wings
and may all words be like the name of this bird
the mouth trampling over the tongue to make sound
of our naming, an honest attempt to do justice
to what has no concept of justice and thank every hour
for each breathing honorable thing not making a mess
of another, no crooked law or wicked judge needed
to mitigate wrongdoing—and remembering the wrens
the tiny eyelashes on the cheek of the field
and how these birds throw the eggs out of the nests
of other birds instead of building their own
and so is instinct, in a way, like a soldier
who follows an order from the top?
can you tell me please where is it written
how to forgive
"prayer"
no one is watching and then, i watch
a praying mantis ladders the window screen
and i don’t believe in mistakes
so my looking at the moment she shimmies
herself upside down, as i understand it,
is a kind of signal for a new year
one where when a dusty god in the lowgrass
nips at my ankles, it translates to kissing
to a welt in honor of pleasure
what i am trying to say is there’s some sort of heaven
in her triangle head
in the way she turns toward me
rocking as if weeping
how motion can soothe
how power can arrive on naked wings
without warning
i do believe in sequences
how things belong to sound and meaning
a place from which we can measure
mantis, from the greek word for prophet
i want to be the butterfly
in her mouth
a silence snatched from the air
Thank you. I felt as if I, too, were observing nature’s praying prophet, in a meditative moment about to be a beautiful butterfly….
I absolutely love this.