Friday, July 17, 2015

The Counsel of Crossbill

This morning I Became a fluttering of joy and intent
I was not Self but the cool morning air between the pines
I was the itching of the midges and mosquitoes and went beyond

Then they went through and I through them
I Became their whirlwind of green and yellow
Happy calls in a meadow of boreal bounty

And on they went
Doing what Crossbill does
Being what Crossbill is

For a moment
I tracked their Spirit
And they lifted mine

And on I went
Doing what Man does
Being what Man is

And my Spirit sang