July 27, 2009

To Myself and Others

"Look at me now," I say, "just look and listen".
I have no wisdom to give you, no insights
into your journey, the shapes and colours
of your myriad lives, their twists and their
turns, their themed and glossy fragrance.

Look, here are my hands beseeching you,
cupped, I hold them out like a benediction,
resting within, spring waters and fragments
of the clearest summer skies at sunrise,
blue as a starling's egg and mole dappled,

tiny ripples and perfect reflections all rounded
in a wooded blessing of the finest kind.
Drink from these hands, and be content,
oh friend, let us travel on together starting
here and now, light of heart and singing as
the birds sing, branch to branch at dawn.