~ Inspired by Mary Oliver's "Entering the Kingdom" We hung Sarah’s painting near my writing desk-- three crows, guardians, shape-shifting portals to somewhere else. The crows see me. I call and they call back. Hearing a crow reminds me our bodies are soul containers. When the aliens (or whatever they were) came to Roswell (or wherever it was), this is what they said: Your bodies are containers. I contemplate this like a mathematician studying an equation. Have you ever watched someone die? I watched my dog die, and the moment he passed, I felt it. A blue filter sloped the room. The light flickered and faltered. There had been a subtraction. Outside, the crows stood sentinel on wires, on branches, on the sturdy tops of telephone poles. They must have watched him vacate his failing body. They must have bowed their glossy heads in reverence. Do you ever imagine it? That animals actually know much more than we do, but they don’t speak, because words only confuse the knowing, the seeing by three crows, of a beloved soul ascending.
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So beautiful! Yes, animals know.
Another beautiful poem, thank you! A stunning painting as well--I need more art like that at my writing desk!
On another note, I am so sorry for your loss. The love we humans share with our dogs is profoundly deep, and I don't think it ever fades. Sending you love and peace and healing as you grieve.