Wednesday, April 19, 2006

The Snow Goose

There is a cloud -- bird shaped ,
moving lightly ahead of the sun --
that brightens and grows clearer:
a snow goose
of downey breast, white beak,
and wings that reach halfway
around the world.

Measure me, Goose-In-The-Sky!
a boy sailing the summer air
arms outstretched on mosaic grass
soft as grandmother's goosedown bed,
breath swirling in each cell,
blood, muscles, skin, eyelids
warmed to bursting,
(each particle of light
between bird and boy

Watch: the goose
lifts its white wings, becomes
a pitcher of milk, then
a horse racing the goldenrod sun,
finally, a cat curling on pillows.

At last
it breaks mid-air, runs with elusive
speed, spills and whitens
in the sky until God Himself
shows up.

Only wait.

From In Willy's House)


slickdpdx said...

Nice picture, beautiful poem.

pepektheassassin said...

Thank you very much. I appreciate your noticing.

slickdpdx said...

I thought the poem was great even before seeing what/who it was from!

Pris said...

This is wonderful!!!

pepektheassassin said...

Thanks, Pris!