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