Loving Measures

In mystery,

Mother Earth nurses us.

We live at creation’s breast.

Crow opens a plastic bag for food inside.

Another glides into the lot searching for more.

They stand together at a roof’s verge

Survey the comings and goings in the street.

A man carries a large cardboard box on a black bicycle.

The crows are joined by another pair.

A fifth perches in a nearby tree.

First one then all take to air.

The cloud fingered sky holds their flight

invisibly swirling around their winged bodies.

The wings, the eyes, the dirt full of life

bodies of water, air and emptiness,

consciousness of holy ones

touching spirits and minds

all measures of a loving mystery.