There is a tree in our back garden that is full of birds. As I sit at the dining table writing I look up and see the branches bouncing up and down like diving boards, birds landing and dropping and flying off. The tree is an apple tree; local apples – yellow with a pink blush, small rounded pyramids clustered under the shade of foot-sized leaves.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Tuesday, May 01, 2012
Banana Island. Sunday.
where do you want to be in five years?
my imaginary guidance counselor says to me
and I think
what happens when the shiniest thing in the ocean is a bottle cap?
what happens when you see an eel's tail flailing from beneath a rock -
only to find it is the ribbed arm of a sandy sea-drowned jumper.
the fish do not fight the waves
but they have tiny translucent fins
like delicate geisha fans
using the tug and pull to their advantage
and I think
does that parrot fish
have a five year plan?
Jesus said the birds in the trees and the fish in the sea
don't worry about paying rent or what's trending on yahoo
but he is wrong.
birds make nests and I need a place to sleep tonight.
and in five years?
I will still need a place to sleep.
well maybe fish
with their effortless to-ing and fro-ing
with their tiny translucent fins
with their round mouths hoovering the rocks they might call home
maybe fish do just live
by the grace of God.
at 6:18 PM