poems as hand- and foot-holds on a glass mountain

Feeding Ritual

             

The wild have saved for us

what we’ve hurried to abandon

the jerky walk of small birds

on a fence toward a loaded feeder

after an airy arrival so rapid

we’d miss it if we had to look up

the walk, the feeding is lunges

with pauses to regroup between

lunge-and-stop, or stop-and-lunge

neither favored with priority

we are all flow with no pauses

have had to invented pauses 

for coherence, for meaning

for communication

word-markers the flow has none of

but thinks it’s ‘progress’, it’s ‘modern’

with no wild in it except as hidden

sped over in flight as if 

no wing-strokes were needed

as if nothing were at work

companionable cows stand for hours

chewing, moving heavy and slow

between mouthfuls, pretending

to be tame to let us believe we are.

2 Responses to “Feeding Ritual”

  1. craig brandis

    I like this a lot: cows stand for hours

    chewing, moving heavy and slow

    between mouthfuls, pretending

    to be tame to let us believe we are

    Reply

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