Prayer — An Image

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“Sassafras Twins” — C.Birde, 4/18

 

Cool light,

bright air —

slide along and

tickle

each rough–barked,

leafless branch

to

wakening.

 

— C.Birde, 4/18

 

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Confirmation — A Poem

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“Maple Bloom” — C.Birde, 4/18

 

A pair of crows –

fragments of night,

dark clad and

shining –

pluck the maple’s

red confetti

blooms.

Pass below.

Scatter robins

through last year’s

fallen leaves.

Bound and bonded

to earth,

accept the drift

of sooty corvid voices,

of scarlet petals –

blessings of slow

progress.

 

— C.Birde, 4/18

 

Impatience — A Poem

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“Impatience” — C.Birde, 4/18

 

Unfold the day —

careful of seams and

edges —

and spread it over

the breakfast table

where south-facing

bay windows

permit brooding

morning light.

Consider the rain,

the pattern of beads

that slide down

uniform squares

of glass.

Wait —

patiently impatient —

for the espresso pot’s

confirming

sputter.

 

— C.Birde, 4/18

 

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C.Birde, 4/18

 

Stone Fish — A Dream

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“Stone Fish” — C.Birde, 4/18

 

The room is large; a bare rectangle of space, carved from sandstone and most certainly underground. A twenty-foot ceiling yawns overhead. The walls to left and right span forty feet, while the rear wall disappears into unstructured darkness.

Ahead, a large rectangular tunnel — twice as wide as it is tall — peels open the forward wall’s blunt face. This extends into gradually thickening dark; bends sharply left into a disruption of broad shafts of dusty, golden light.

Notice, at length, the carving above the tunnel’s entrance. The room’s only decorative feature — a meticulous stone replica of a carp’s head, its scales and gills and bulging eyes polished to matte smoothness. Long whiskers fringe the stone fish’s slightly open mouth – mid-breath, mid-speech.

The floor is warm, slightly gritty underfoot; the air, still and without scent. Remain rooted, motionless, within the tomb-like, womb-like space. A column of flesh, surrounded by stone, enfolded in half-light and absolute silence.

Suspended.

Arrested.

Immured.

 

— C.Birde, 4/18