Wednesday, December 28, 2011

The Dawns Frontier

While my bowl is still half full
you can eat out of it too
and when it is empty
just bury it out in the flowers


All I want to be
is a thousand blackbirds
bursting from a tree
seeding the sky


The moon put her hand
over my mouth and told me
to shut up and watch


What is it the wind has lost
that she keeps looking for
under each leaf?

-- Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser