Comes An Answer

we knock upon silence

for an answering music

     Lu Chi




These two years now each morning

The same solitary bluejay comes

And gathers the sunflower seeds

The cardinals in their contending

At the tall tray feeder have dropped,

The tiny tick as he cracks the shell

And holds the seed so delicately

For a moment that seems to hold

Even more of gratitude than hunger.

And perhaps he and I are of an age

Where we share being grateful for

Hunger itself, having so few things

Here now in our solitude to remind us

That life fully lived is both and always

To know first the need and only then,

If we are fortunate and faithful to our

Place and the moment, its satisfaction.

The bluejay seems to never stray far

From these pines, nor do I, and though

It rarely has anything to say nor anyone

To say it to, having nothing like a song,

In a clatter of clicks and chucks, purling

Whirs and whines it lifts into the pines

Again, and to his astonishment and mine,

From somewhere farther on than we go

Anymore, through mist and mizzling rain

That settle in the pines without a sound,

Soft and faint but clear across the silence,

Perhaps astonished too, comes an answer.



Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2015-09-30 at 04:14

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Beautiful work:)
You do entice your reader into the splendid when they take a walk through your words:)

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
So harmonious and settling. You and the bluejay have intertwined lives. And the answer that comes may be the same. One of serenity I hope.

Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
A splendid piece, my friend :-)
As you may be aware, we are keen birdwatchers here, so it's a pleasure to read this poem inspired by the solitary bluejay. I like the first few lines of description, then the meditation on hunger and gratitude. The bluejay may not have a song, but your onomatopoeias are delightful for the ears, while the ending seems to strike a mystical note. Ms Bird coos her approval :>)

Your poems always make me want to spend more time observing the details of nature. This is absolutely beautiful and touching. The image of that tick holding the seed is magical.
Love it.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with the others. This is wonderful poem, incredibly descriptive with a hopeful conclusion.

Brian Oarr
An astonishingly brilliant poem, CF!

Love the word muzzling. :-)

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
You are truly a zen poet and this is a masterpiece