THE GIFT OF THIS DAY
My hands holding the air up to the sky.
The pine trees whisper such secrets
that the cat climbs up the trunk in search of lost youth.
The birds scold her for her transgressions.
And she retreats, having nowhere else to go, but down.
Only the sky overhead, but it is overcast today.
I love you said the sky to the clouds.
I love you said the wind to the trees
and they whispered back secrets to each other
which I could not translate. The sun breaks through,
warming the bones of the old cat
and she is grateful for this gift, this day.
that the cat climbs up the trunk in search of lost youth.
The birds scold her for her transgressions.
And she retreats, having nowhere else to go, but down.
Only the sky overhead, but it is overcast today.
I love you said the sky to the clouds.
I love you said the wind to the trees
and they whispered back secrets to each other
which I could not translate. The sun breaks through,
warming the bones of the old cat
and she is grateful for this gift, this day.
4/20/21,
Pádraig Ó Tuama refers to these types of prayer exercises as Collect poems
Published in The Freedom of New Beginnings: Poems of Witness and Vision from Sonoma County, California, 2022, edited by Phyllis Meshulam, with Gail King, Terry Ehret, and Gwynn O’Gara
I will be reading from the anthology, The Freedom of New Beginnings: Poems of Witness and Vision from Sonoma County, California for Petaluma Poetry Walk on Sept 18, 2022 at Aqus Cafe, 189 H St, Petaluma, CA, 6 to 8 PM.
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