The Day


We choose our names
in this modern age, carefully
Pinning us to the old and secret
with a prayer that it will not vanish

Science fails us because we forget
that it is only the description of what is
Is not the is itself

While the lines to the new blink in and out
I am thrown back to ancient devices
A walk along the river, noting changes
new flowers, old holes filled, new beaches, new birds

Sit in the warm morning
with a cup of coffee and a cat
gingerly roaming, or strumming a tune
on the front door grill, wishing in

Listen to a bird call
bits of green in beaks, carried high
small rosy flicker tails building a nest
Spring's fledged already looking to be parents?

Windwalker, puddleriver, eagle seeker, white bear
omen, incantation, sign, prayer






jjl
8 July 2008