Tuesday, April 1, 2014

the blue jay

a blue jay calls ....
forecasting ,,,?
some feathered crisis pending in the bark-leaf world?
some theft of spirit or source?
an invitation for company?
a subtle shift in geography ...
a blue jay calls
pushing open an ancient door 
left ajar
by spirits thick with the honeyed ordinary
stepping into a forested hollow
replete with apple pie
gingham tomato trees
pearled iris purple budding amidst earth-wet
the sweet smell of existence
defines the atomic capacity
to be in two worlds at once
to be incandescently wakened
when a blue jay calls