Amazing grace, flew into my skies, today.
In the form of seagulls, and crows…

The spring air was filled with flimsy, barely-there
rain clouds, of such an insubstantial quality,
blue skies laughingly smiled in between.
A special day, as winds rummaged through
palm fronds, and hair. Showers fell, but never landed,
as they lauded the airs beauty, with whimsy.

It was my daughter, who saw them first…
She called me, to come and see. “Seagulls”,
she said…in Arizona? And, yes, two flocks,
one low, one higher, their wings are unmistakable.
I beamed with delight! Seagulls! Far away from home,
their beauty stretched into the gusting winds.

And just beneath the lower life’s dance,
was a pair of crows, my crows, from my life.

The ballet began…with the first chorus of seagulls,
swirling and mixing themselves into
a seethingly small aerial display of vaunted Life.
Already far up in the blue-apple sky,
they started exiting, or seeking wetter lands
then arid Copper’s Mountain could sustain.

The second band was lower, as if disclaiming
their loss of path, proclaiming their beauty
reason enough to travel further, and farther,
in “Jonathan Livingstone Seagull” style, pirouetting
on a wingtip, acrobatically mingling their
cloud-outlined silhouettes in complex wheels of wings.

And the ethereal mistiness of glowing skies, bedazzled
my hand-shaded eyes, mixed with upside-down ocean blue.

But it was the crows, the locally proud owners
of sky-learned lands, their birthright displayed
with the verve of loyal freedom, that swept my heart.
The aching joy I felt, as I watched the progress,
from east to west, created its own lively dance
in my soul, I felt gifted, with the phenomenal sight.

The heavily-bodied black birds, synchronized their forms,
perfectly artful and gracefully stanced to the mating of kind,
and the meeting of like minds, a birdly cohesion of awareness,
awesomely sublimed, as the entire entourage, with, perhaps,
the lower flock of seagull wings inviting their crow companions
to imbibe in the delights of windy life, gained unforeseen heights,

of spirituality…

It was a paradox ordained, a fellowship retained, it was Heaven,
earthly-bound, in respect to the normalness, of natural life.

Erin Moen
3/28/03
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