i have never heard as many birds
as i do tonight
in the light of my porch
glowing yellow against the still black of
late evening
as if the entire bird universe has
gathered in a single pine tree
each to share what lies deep within his soul
a soft caw or a series of high-pitched squawks
a few sounds i cannot even describe
each, though, seems to hold heaps of meaning
each necessary and blending with the calls of other birds in a sort of
unexpected harmony
it makes me wish that this whole
human universe could gather in an
impossibly large pine tree
rooted in a simple backyard
to pour out all that lies in the deepest
crevices of our Beings
not to convince
not to persuade or argue or criticize
merely to make it known
to throw it, without plan, into the
dark abyss of night and see
what comes back
maybe to see if we can create beautiful harmonies as the birds do
to intertwine our human souls and
walk gentle and burning through
this life
laughing with the Earth
laughing with each other
