The cawing birds,
they squealed, they squawked,
they flew, they loved, they ate,
they watched,
they lived.
I loved the birds watching the sea,
the waves coming in,
looking for food.
Or were they
like us,
just watching the sea roll in
to offer it's rhythm,
blessings,
it's power,
magnificence,
mindlessness
overpowering
magnitude
Offering us healing
and washing.
indispensable water
Water, water everywhere
rolling, breaking, flying
in unison,
the starlings
(or were they pipers)
endless squeaks of calling birds,
flying to the heavens
floating in the pools
of salted water
looking at the roofless vision
of the sky
the stars,
the heavens.
I feel I'm in heaven.
I am in heaven.
Heaven is.
Is it fiction, mama?
heaven is real.
hell is fiction.
hell is real.
he is at this age
he asks these questions
I wonder why he doesn't know.
He teaches me so.
I feel like a bad mother
I have not taught him
heaven hell adam eve
who are they
I wonder myself.
son of adam
daughter of eve
as in the Narnia books
we're reading now.
