I don’t see how I can
be expected to participate
in this conversation
when bluebird, carrying his piece of sky,
has just flitted past my field of vision
and into a bough of pink dogwood.
How can I focus on these plans
and preparations and good ideas
when redwing has settled into the foxtails
and calls to me with his buzz and click,
making the grasses sway and dip?
When oriole’s bright flame
is setting fire to the treetop?
When the red-bellied woodpecker
shirrrrrrs and clucks
from the little pear tree?
When the carpenter bee hovers
in front of me, people-watching?
How can I listen to human conversation
when all these voices call incessantly,
whistling and chattering, begging my attention?
1. The wild, rampant imagination of a five-year-old
2. Bridge of Hope, and its commitment to building communities which protect children and end homelessness.
3. The subjunctive mood (google “Phuc Tran subjunctive” for a great TED talk on the subject)
4. My articulate sister Valerie, and the way she weaves words.
5. So much is dawning. So much is greening. So much is coming to birth. Unfurl!
May we walk in Beauty!