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White Wing Owl

How can it be,
brother of dragons
and companion of owls,
that here I am
a noisy, dark-plumed bird
still spinning in the sky
around your memory?
I recall your amber eye,
the tilt of your head
against the blue,
the smell of your sweat
in the sea breeze
intoxicatingly familiar.
We shared the wind.
There were no excuses
for our fealty
as it happened such a way
we did not notice it,
until the hope surrounded us,
and we belonged;
the swirl of yin and yang,
a little of you in me,
a bit of me in you,
around in the blinking sunlight
until you disappeared.

(c) RCGA 2018Snowy Owl and Crow

For Mani: 5-30-49 — 5-1-08

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Wanderlust

It has been too long since I have seen

an ocean wave, a mountain peak;

it has been too long since I have gazed

upon a vista’s raw mystique

and felt my soul lift in my breast

in joy and ardor, finding rest

amidst the raw and gravid plains,

or out amongst the ruddy rocks,

upon a high place, valley spread

before me, full of grazing flocks.

It has been too long, and I must go,

because my spirit tells me so.

 

© RCGA 2018

antique compass

Last Night

Moonlight shines through the curtains

a streak of white in the darkness of my room

a river of milky light spilling on the sheets

tickling the cat’s whiskers

pouring across my thigh

cool and pure

and the repetitive sound

of the night train passing

gadda chunk

gadda chunk

gadda chunk

gadda chunk

is punctuated with a periodic wail

a metal wolf howling

at the full moon

(c) RCGA 2017

 

Crow Code

The crow comes to the high tree across the way
and talks to me in code
two caws, three caws, seven, then two
I don’t know what he’s saying
but I respond
my ragged awks less resonant

and yet
he answers me
fluffing his black feathers
spreading his dark wings
upping the ante
with a longer call pattern

Today it was just one caw
one after another
and he only went to two
when I gave him two of my awkward calls

When I came inside he flew away
and I wonder what we have spoken of
what he believes of me
from our conversations
bird and woman
perched across the street from each other
in the spring sunshine

3-23-17 © RCGA

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Noel

 
Peace be with you.
Deep peace of the sky and ocean,
deep peace of the high trees and their roots
reaching for their strong holds in the earth.
Deep peace of the wind’s origin
where the voice of God whispers
the secrets of our being.
Peace to all:
brothers and sisters
two- and four-legged,
winged, finned, and furred;
to beings so small
only our maker sees them,
yet loves them as deeply
as all the other children.
Peace be with you
and in that peace find hope
for yourselves and for others
for all creation
spinning beneath the stars
in wonder and in joy.
(c) RCGA 2016earth_from_space

Fall Competition

Here is the rabbit
in the burrow
while the coyote
and the buzzard
light a fire by the door,
waving smoke and sweet talking.
“Little Rabbit, I will be kind,”
Coyote sings,
“I only want your skin, I swear.
If you give it to me now
I will go away
for the season
and come drive you out in the winter.
I hear death to cold is easy, small friend,
a simple nap to the other side.”
Buzzard chuckles.
“I am kinder,”
he croons.
“I will wait until you’re dead to eat you.
But I’ll be honest, if you come out now,
you’ll make us happy
and when you are gone
we will sing for you
songs of thanksgiving…
isn’t it tempting?”
Rabbit sighs, and lights tobacco, and sage.
“Wait, wait, brethren, until I am old and slow.
Then when I come out I won’t even run.
Until then seek some other burrow
that may find your voices pleasing.
I have enough roots to sustain me til spring.
By then you’ll be frostbitten
and your navels meeting your backbones.
So off you go, and thanks for the fire,
it keeps the wolves and foxes back,
and they tend to dig at the door.
Next time bring some sweetgrass,
maybe some cabbage, or beer.
You really need to work on your approach
when there are so many predators
competing with you.”

(c) RCGA 2016

burrowbunny

Third of October

Hush
Hush
Black Dog

I know your belly’s empty
and the howl building up
could fill the bowels
of a thousand
no a legion
of crueler predators than you

Hush though

Be quiet
if you can’t be still

Let my mind in silence
marinate
in your dark starving breath
and know you

How can I understand
Black Dog

How can I comprehend you

When my ears are ringing
with the whine of your distress
the sound of wind against
your bowing ribs
the noise of sighs echoing
around the damp cavern of your mouth
your teeth
vibrating
stalactites and stalagmites
dripping
dripping
dripping

Hush
Hush
Black Dog

Our only respite is each other
my skin and bones
surrounding your wounded carcass
your hovering darkness
guarding what’s left of me
perpetual
feral
the shadowed face
of the moon
always turned away
from the blindness of the sun

There is more than mystery
in the zero
despite the pain
I ask you please

Hush
Hush

(c) RCGA 2016

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