This Manatee came to
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Friday, April 20, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
In Memoriam
We found animal bones in a shallow
ditch
in the dirt, on a side road
a few cars blurring past
vultures floating the circles
high above the road.
Bones -white without flesh-
bones forgotten beside the
road.
Bones unnoticed beside the
road.
Partial skull, one side of a
pelvis.
No last rites, no taps, no
obituary.
No eulogy.
Was there a sound,
a gasp at the end?
Did anyone notice day after day
as flesh rotted away
maggots had their fill
bones became white in the
ditch
white silence, deafening.
All the dead animals
All through time
All food for others
All part of a plan.
In biology books. In God’s
book?
Georgia O’Keefe bones on
canvas
known and unknown
seen and unseen.
Deep roots hold sacred
stories
under trees shading the
ditch.
We must notice, and remember.
And remember not to know too
much.
We must remember.
Another vulture circles down
the road.
An airplane flies above the
vulture.
Thirty thousand feet above
the ditch
On a beautiful Sunday afternoon.
Christina Bellamy
The Trees Whisper To Me
Beauty, wind, buzz, creeeaaak, creeeeaaaakk, errreeeee, errreeeeee,
rustle, drone, shift, sway,
flap, flit, soar, roar, chirp, cheap
40 blackwinged vultures silently gliding overhead
in the blue and white-cloud sky
Fingers of moss swaying in synchronous motion
Long buzz and whine of locusts
Large live oak with many branches, each branch
hangs heavily with gray-green dreadlocks
Water shimmers through the trees, resting peacefully,
but with a slightly rippling surface
Cardinals whistling happily
Lots of brown leaves lying on the sandy ground
Upper treetops swaying and
conversing in the breeze
The trees whisper to me:
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……………….………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Just beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee……...…………………………………………………….. .........................……………………..freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………...beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…
Here now……………………………..……………………………………………………………
She/Nature speaks to my heart. My heart replies and speaks to her.
We speak to each other without words. A deep knowing, sharing and exchanging occurs between us.
By
Lara Jean
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