The Uncles are bird spirits now
For Milt & Al
the Uncles are bird spirits now
flying thru realms
tricksters, obvious in their choices
Milt, the raven spirit
and Al,
the gawky blue heron
your poems foretold this
Milt cawing angrily at the dense humans;
Al, more sanguine
more grounded, multi-dimensional:
heron lives in water
air the daily flightpath home
these only two of the incarnations
you love to fool us with now …
Uncles, so many days you visit
flying, laughing free
through the spirit world
only poets & shaman
can begin to comprehend
we earthbound beings
yearn to fly with your flocks
raven, heron floating above
trickster turtles swimming with awkward strokes
sun basking in A-burgh’s millpond
poet friends transform
before my inner eye …
Jim D. chooses heron
as does John B.
while Larwill is the new raven king
the sun shines too brightly
through your new kingdoms
water transparent
as these words
heron zazen stalks
while turtles meditate
all deeply carved
into the teaching rocks
at Petroglyphs Park
we would miss you
except you visit so often
you are almost as annoying
in the next world
as you were in this one
Chris Faiers
(copyright)
From my blog: Riffs & Ripples from ZenRiver Gardens
http://riffsandripplesfromzenrivergardens.blogspot.com/
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