Meditation

when she opens her mouth

our world swells like dawn on the pond
when the sun licks the water & the jay garbles,
the whole quiet thing coming into tune,

the gnats, frogs, the dandelion pollen, the
pebbles & leaves & the whole world of us

sitting at the throat of the jay
dancing in the throat of the jay
all of us on the lip of the jay
singing doowop, doowop, do.

Summary

_{This meditation is my attempt at understanding why that statement struck me as profoundly true in the end.}