Monday, April 16, 2007

I.

I.

there is something exotic and mysterious happening in my yard.

limbs akimbo
crouching, reaching, hooting

pink and wild creatures
preen and lift faces
to the wet sky

pink cheeks pinkly hooded
in the plinking, plopping rain

sacred rituals observed:
water and earth and leaf and sand
each added in their perfect measure

recipes for a feast of kings
burrow of rabbits
nest of bluebirds

how to be mystical
yet never
solemn or serious
is the secret of a young heart
and an old one

caught in between
watching from my window
waiting to remember the measurement

of water and earth and leaf and sand

3 comments:

Aisha said...

Wow nice poem. did you make it? It very nice.Keep up the gud work. And do visit my blog.Thank you, have a very nice day;-)
bye
Aisha

rachel said...

yes, i did write it - thank you for your kind words!

Anonymous said...

you continue to amaze me with your artistry...what a writer you are! I love your poem...more...soon...please!