Presented to my field of vision
on the perilous eve of Hitler’s birthday:
one brilliant cardinal couple,
ruby red, vermilion.
I remember the story of eagles,
mythical thunderbirds
who hunted the lightning snakes
to protect oblivious humanity–
floating where they don’t belong–
from their own untimely end.
Nature allows us to gather
and worship at her feet–if only
we scrape together enough respect
through meditation and mindfulness.
WHARVED 