Acrobatic swallows
tasting the day
and the river itself.
The light of my lamp, the people
I have held in my arms,
the ones yet to hold.
All the old ones embraced by the earth
and young ones entranced by the sky,
any moment of justice.
One dog with soulful eyes,
all listeners and thinkers,
teachers and keepers.
All workers and doers.
The friendship of books and solitude,
skin and sinew, the struggle of beauty,
the step of a deer.
The cooling of day into dark.
A goldfinch crossing in pure air,
the sky and again
the sky.
See also the previous Wild Reed posts:
• Come, Spirit!
• Michael Greyeyes on Temperance as a Philosophy for Surviving
• Something to Think About – November 23, 2017
• Something to Think About – November 24, 2011
Image: Michael J. Bayly.
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