Comes An Answer
we knock upon silence
for an answering music
Lu Chi
These two years now each morning
The same solitary bluejay comes
And gathers the sunflower seeds
The cardinals in their contending
At the tall tray feeder have dropped,
The tiny tick as he cracks the shell
And holds the seed so delicately
For a moment that seems to hold
Even more of gratitude than hunger.
And perhaps he and I are of an age
Where we share being grateful for
Hunger itself, having so few things
Here now in our solitude to remind us
That life fully lived is both and always
To know first the need and only then,
If we are fortunate and faithful to our
Place and the moment, its satisfaction.
The bluejay seems to never stray far
From these pines, nor do I, and though
It rarely has anything to say nor anyone
To say it to, having nothing like a song,
In a clatter of clicks and chucks, purling
Whirs and whines it lifts into the pines
Again, and to his astonishment and mine,
From somewhere farther on than we go
Anymore, through mist and mizzling rain
That settle in the pines without a sound,
Soft and faint but clear across the silence,
Perhaps astonished too, comes an answer.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2015-09-30 at 04:14
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