I heard the branches singing songs about love:
every leaf knew your name
and sang it.
I saw the kestrel wheeling high in a loop of love:
in his victory over the wind
he cried your name.
I walked and the earth spoke beneath my feet:
warm soil hummed the tune
of you and me.
Alas, I could not understand the song.
The branches are my bones, and leaves, my flesh,
but I cannot repeat the song.
Neither could I see the hawk that flew.
He wheeled and soared within my mind
but I do not know which way he went.
The only thing I have for you is how to hum.
The soil is my heart, my language that of earth
and good for crops.
While thinking of ways to put off studying for finals, I remembered that I hadn't looked at your blog for nearly two months, so of course, it was of the utmost urgency for me to read EVERY blog since I left off. However, I only feel a little bit bad about procrastinating because your entries have definitely given me a spiritual boost and somehow, the lessons you're teaching seem more relevant long term than those of International Relations or Geology. I hope things are going well and that the visa comes in soon! Harumph, back to the books for me, but thanks for the refreshing break!
Posted by: Kathy H. at May 6, 2006 10:38 PMi love the rhythm of this.
Posted by: Natalie at May 7, 2006 12:48 AMBob, I loooove this poem, there is so much soul in it. I miss you and can't wait to spend time with you.
Love
Jo
awwwww... shucks.
Posted by: bob at May 11, 2006 11:56 AM