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THANKSGIVING POEM: HOW TO

Wanting to bring you along on the journey

THANKSGIVING POEM: HOW TO

Don’t write right away, but soon.
Watch the leaves and the light fully
Connect – allow – relax – delight.
Too quick is a tourist in a selfie,
Taj Mahal untended over left shoulder.
Wait too long and the phone will ring

Write a few hundred poems before – good and bad,
so fear of the water doesn’t keep you on the shore
And how about a title throwing two shadows
(as Mary Oliver encourages)
an easy one here with movement and the season

Do not say leaves look toward the sun, an object,
but towards the rising of the sun, an event
one more evocative of motion

Note the angle of the sun,
so low on the horizon that is shines upwards
into the twisting, twirling, falling leaves,
as they lift at times in slightly gusting breeze

If pirouetting is what you see, bring the ballet in

And gratitude, of course, and on what day

A FALL MOMENT – Poem expanded – adding some angles

Poem expanded – adding some angles

A FALL MOMENT
Austin, Nov. 27, 2014

The ancient elm, shaking herself awake
releases a shower of small golden leaves

Turning each edge to the rising of sun
they dance in a small breeze ballet

Some cheekily exposing cheeks
some shyly turning away

some reaching back to momma tree
some rushing to grace the ground

some hanging in hesitant suspension

If it were not Thanksgiving day
I would be grateful anyway

AMELIA IN FLIGHT

AMELIA IN FLIGHT

Amelia in this life
you have had wings on your feet

Wings that have taken you skyward in dance

Wings that have taken you away from these
prairies
and wings that have brought you back

In this life Amelia
you have taught so many of us to fly

If you go on to other wings
we must go on to other teachers
and to other students

Each with the gift you have given us

Each with a sacred feather

SACRED DANCE

SACRED DANCE

The Bushmen of the Kalahari
dance all night in a circle
dance a calf-deep trench in the sand

In a circle around the circle
sit those in need of a healing

And because it is a sacred dance
any dancer at any time may step
out of the dance and do the healing
and then return to the dance again

Knowing without knowing
that everyone is a healer sometimes
everyone needs a healing sometimes

You just keep dancing

ROBIN

ROBIN

Robin is a pelican
she flies with perfect grace
swims with perfect grace
moves with perfect grace

Pelicans swim with Robin as a sister
pelicans are very old and wise
they know a pelican
can be a beautiful woman

Humans are not so wise
but there is a way to know
if a beautiful woman is a pelican

Robin is a pelican
when she opens to feed you
you can taste her heart

I AM A PELICAN

I AM A PELICAN

I have flown over the dinosaurs dying
through the ash of the meteors crashing

I have swam in the ice floes melting
I have eaten the first fish walking

I have felt the poles a shifting
in the magnets in my head

I have seen the white man and the red
I have seen the old wives dead

I have felt the pull of the settlers need
and tasted the poisons of their greed

I have heard the earth a groaning
I have felt the earth in pain

I have seen the Rainbow Warriors
dance the vision back again

And I fly and swim and wait
and pray they’re not too late