The World Beyond the Human
It’s true we’re cut off from it
but the distant crows call to
the deep creases of my brain,
ancient ancestral memory.
Shimmering oak leaves
against the sky–
hypnotic
and I know of course we breathe
the same air. We’re porous
to the world around us, and though
in the city there’s always the roar
of traffic, we can still make out
birds alive in the trees,
the world in all its technicolor beauty.
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Pat – Love the title and the sentiment. As I write this, a crow is giving hell to the pigeons on the building next door. I like the idea of being porous and thus open to the world.
thanks for understanding this
I would like to second Sylvia on the title and sentiment! It’s so important to keep an eye open to the nature around us.
Also, ‘hypnotic’ was very effective as a single word line.
Those last four lines work so well as a denouement. I especially enjoyed “in the city there’s always the roar/of traffic, we can still make out/birds alive in the trees…”
Lots of strong alliteration and internal rhymes. Lines two and three are my favorite.
this ancient understanding seems so important
I’m with Tom about “the distant crows call to/ the deep creases of my brain.” I also like how you gave “hypnotic” its own line.
and though
in the city there’s always the roar
of traffic, we can still make out
birds alive in the trees,
the world in all its technicolor beauty.
Strong ending, Pat.
As you know the crows and ravens are my favorites.
“The distant crows call to the creases of my brain…” is one amazing line of poetry. Thank you
thanks Bev