I AM the radiant sunburst, the painted skyscape
behind the power lines and strip malls
I AM the roiling storm clouds of deep blue gray . . .
I wanted blue jays and cardinals with their bright wings,
the mockingbird’s song, its fluttering dance,
the gentle mourning dove.
I wanted sweetness
and light entertainment out my window.
Then came the Raven. . .
Listen to the quiet voice:
Cast out into the deep…
Leave your striving on the surface
hurry and stress
worry and drivenness . . .
in the beginning
God made darkness
dark was the water
in the formless void
and the Spirit hovered there
caressing the darkness
resting in silence
through eons untold . . .
“See,” comes a Voice from nowhere.
To open my eyes is to see where I am,
stuck at the bottom of a dark, damp well,
burdened down with all my petty and self-defensive strategies.
In the dark stillness comes a chirp, a trill
And in the background always the low rumble and growl of the city
The sky gently lightens to misty aqua over glowing gold
The trees are black lace shadows
Birds and crickets coax the dawn . . .
When I was a girl
I found a stray kitten
Feral and frightened
it ran and hid
and would not come
to my kitty-kitty calls . . .
oval and intricately ridged
but infused with the flow of life
its mother chose just the right leaf tender, moist, sunlit
then curved her tail
and prayerfully laid just one…
from leaf tip
a single shining orb
rushes down towards
its twin rushing up
to merge and disappear
in still water . . .
a tubular shoot / tightly coiled / tense and closed / petals hoarding, protecting / something private / and oh so tender . . .