One more post for the feathered ones

Why I Need the Birds
by Lisel Mueller (1924-2020)

When I hear them call
in the morning, before
I am quite awake,
my bed is already traveling
the daily rainbow,
the arc toward evening;
and the birds, leading
their own discreet lives
of hunger and watchfulness,
are with me all the way,
always a little ahead of me
in the long-practiced manner
of unobtrusive guides.

By the time I arrive at evening,
they have just settled down to rest;
already invisible, they are turning
into the dreamwork of trees;
and all of us together --
myself and the purple finches,
the rusty blackbirds,
the ruby cardinals,
and the white-throated sparrows
with their liquid voices ���
ride the dark curve of the earth
toward daylight, which they announce
from their high lookouts
before dawn has quite broken for me.

 

Words: The poem above is from Lisel Mueller's splendid collection Alive Together: New and Selected Poems (Louisiana State University Press, 1996); all rights reserved by the author's estate. I was gutted to learn of this extraordinary poet's death earlier this year. Her work has been highly influential for me; and her kindness in donating an original poem to my Armless Maiden anthology (raising money for children at risk) will never be forgotten.

Pictures: The paintings and drawing above are by me today. All rights reserved.