Today's poem is by Jim Harrison
This moment says no to the next.
Now is quite enough for the gathering birds
in the tall willows above the irrigation ditch.
Itís autumn and their intentions are in their blood.
Looking up at these chattering birds I become dizzy
but statistics say old men fall down a lot.
The earth is fairly soft here, so far from the world
of cement where people must live to make a living.
Despite the New Covenant you canít eat the fieldís lilies.
Today I think I see a new cold wind rushing through the air.
Of course I stare up too long because I love cedar waxwings,
their nasalate click and hiss, their cantankerous joy.
I fall and the dogs come running. Mary licks my face.
I tell them that this is a world where falling is best.
Copyright © 2009 Jim Harrison All rights reserved
from In Search of Small Gods
Copper Canyon Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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