A week or so ago I posted a collage-style poem, “The Song of the Toad and the Little Birds.” Toads seem to be lurking their way into my work of late. Here’s a sequel, or perhaps a Part II:
The toad squats
behind the poem
of the little birds
Underneath its tongue
is a red jasper
and its name is Patience
It is listening for the sound
of the sound of your name
in the falling rain
in the sound of a car
turning the corner
It is listening for your heartbeat
as you wait to be born
If you look closely enough
you will see the thin golden chain
around its left wrist
If you wait
you will hear a sigh
like the settling
of a leaf
in the grass.
Gratitude List:
1. Feeling energized by the work of the day
2. Toads
3. Dragonstone
4. Balance and paradox
5. Layers of meaning
May we walk in beauty.
Toad visiting the Faerie house, Summer 2009
