Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Poem: Feeding

(Egret Feeding at Palo Alto Baylands)

In the graceful, virginal
Heat and water
Breeding life as
The universe itself
Breeds worlds untold
stand alone, unknown
To all except myself
And the creatures
I eat

1 comment:

  1. David, I love the simplicity of form here...which, of course, belies a complexity of though and emotion. particularly, the isolation of the first person pronoun is genius. You stop the reader in his tracks and focus the attention from the scene (which ranges from a bird in a pond to the universe breeding worlds)... and put the focus squarely on the human perceiving it all. Yes, we know nature.... but nature does not need to know us (not even those creatures we eat).