Posted by: Clare
Just as we were spending time reflecting on the Berry video, I saw something that made me think of a poem. I guess I might as well leave my sweaty fingerprints all over this empty dialogue board first! :p
The Eagle and the Helicopter
the heart cannot abide in this
my brother is so beautiful
the first words stitched into each feather
the great eyes that see hard
a hardness that unknowingly challenges our great aspirations to divinity
over the tree that cradles my brother
a helicopter blazes by
sacred silence is crowded out by our dumb proclamation of superiority
ICANFLYTOOICANFLYTOO
and beneath this trumpet, a slow beat:
I need none of your beauty. You do not complete me.
(and even further beneath, the quietest chord
in a tiny room barred against all darkness
and all light:
I want to be whole.)
Brother
I do not know if you will be the one
who teaches us
but I listen all the same
in your eyes i hear the answer
in the beating of my own blood:
your heart/my heart
your heart/my heart
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Thank you for posting this beautiful piece Clare. I have been, alas, too often a passenger in the helicopter. I am grateful to the eagle, under whose watchful eye, I have also been. And I have have been given the grace, on occasion, to listen.
Peace… Rob
@robpollock57 Thanks, Rob! We missed you today, hope you feel better.