THE VIREO
It is a puzzle how we happen here,
wrapped in a single blanket, talking low
until at last the morning light appears
uncurtained through the dirty window's blur.
Now all the talking's done and we both know.
It is a puzzle how we happened here.
The empty bottle, upright on the floor
begins to cast an amber, reaching shadow
now at last the morning light appears
and streaming sunlight winds the bird we hear
--its rising, falling song--the vireo:
It is a puzzle how we happen here.
Inquiring bird, its questions seem so near
and clockwork answers, measured wisdom, follow:
After darkness, morning light appears.
The liquid song climbs high, then tumbles low.
We asked some questions--what more can we know?
It is a puzzle how we happen here,
until at last the morning light appears.
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Con Chapman
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Comments
a new morning, a new birth, every morning.
Meausured wisdom most accesible in these dawn hours.
Wisdom of:rebirth. You have been gone all night, in other realms,
private ones...to realize that what has been accomplished
in the night lends textures and richness
to the rebirth.
If there was one past "headache" excuse:`
"Im not in the mood. You stink as usual."
"No." being said more than 10,000 eons!
None of us mortals would be reading you!
It is a simple - imagine it? One 'no' excuse!
Life is a miracle. Life simply unfurls. Yes!
Thanks for helping discover phenomena!
Sibling. Amaze our amazement. We here!
Happy days. I gotta get down the old road.
I Hope a path thoroughfare take me there.
Ya make us wonder and say:`Wow whoas.