In the trees around my house
Now lives a hawk with wide wings.
There were six squirrels I have not seen for days.
I watched them since the little ones leaped out of the nest
To dig up my lilies of the valley and scratch across my roof
Too early in the morning.
I see the hawk every evening. I haven’t seen the squirrels for days.
I know these two things are related.
But this morning
I spotted two squirrels through the veil of leaves
Out of place and welcome
Like a cardinal in winter.
As we all know
The key to happiness
Lies within the truth
Of long ago promises
Kept and broken but
The people who have known you the longest
Do not always know you the best.
But no one else was there
That evening when the world was new
And whoopperwills whispered
In the hot wet twilight of fireflies
Grass on bare feet
Water from the hose
The key to happiness.
Be kind to your sister.
The apathy of my enemies
Is suddenly staggering to me.
And then I am silent still.
Reading old valentines
As the light declines.
Overhead, time passes.
An envelope, a mirror, a memory.
No one asks the daffodil
Are you ready?
No one says to the hyacinth
There may be snow tomorrow.
Still they rise from their beds
Lured by hunger or lusting after sunshine.
Juggle juggle working mother
Car keys jingle clothes asunder
Pleading whining schedules driving.
Nails scratching against the stone
Falling falling down the well.
Ripped from our earth.
Clouds of smoke
Tearing at our heels
Creeping into the corners
Of our childrens’ minds
Seeping into the secret cracks between
And the constant tide of detailed
Anecdotal news coverage.
Only love repells fear.
Hope and love
Solid and constant
Energy of our raw goodness