Saturday

The Same


this then that bird
a chickadee?  A nuthatch?
as much as I enjoy the particulars of each
they remain bird.
a flying creature,
feathered and flocking
beaked, bead eyed and winged
taloned eater of bug and berry.
I observe but cannot fly with them.

all the same
we share this valley.
all the same
we share the stream.

we share the sky.
I do not surrender ownership to them
nor they to me.
we live in peace: the bird, me.

prose becomes poem
black becomes white.

a hand reaches for a cup
all over the world the same.
my hand it becomes yours
all over the world the same.