Entering the Day

Marlow Shami

Poetry

Goshen, Connecticut

 

Remembering to be present and aware of being a part of the natural world is no simple matter. The practice of doing so is circular, never the same, and always healing. Bibiana's April Muse's yellow circles sparked this sharing; poem penned in 2004, titled Circle.

Entering the Day

Orange sun eases its way up

behind a murmur of poplar leaves

speaking the language of distant ocean waves.

Tiny silver–green leaves

crooning

polish the landscape.

It is all ears.

Listening.

A growing coherence,

it hums everywhere.

In the knowing quiver of each velvet nibble of grass,

wild ones pause

within each pulse,

The day’s barometer made of blood and bone.

 

Their life and death

a story

I need to read

moment to moment

here

within each feather

claw

curling wave

leaf

powdery mosaic wing,

stone,

within each

knowing

sparkling

eye.

 -- Marlow Shami