The Birds Know More Than I Do

The birds know more than I do

The birds know more than I do
They sing and call in the fog
Before dawn

They sense the rising of the sun
Giver of all life in the still
In the rootedness

The unseen birds see
And feel the chilled air
A dance of now begins

I smell their language
As they spell out to join them
To reconnect with our mother

In the moment crossing souls
They must think me very dull
And lacking understanding

Mistrust travels through the fog
I suspect that this was not always this way
Somehow I have lost my way

And become deaf
Like a stone
Like a predator

But they sing
And it is for me to puzzle
Their ancient chanting

It is for me to glean the eternal
And the now
From creatures that know more than I do