May 14, 2010

nature's wonder, new york, ca 2002

What we need is a pig

And a feather.

The pig to wander around the yard,

Eating slop in the sublime happiness

Of not knowing

the platter on the dinner table,

adorned with shallots, chives,

and apples

once hanging above its rosy ears.

The feather to sift gracefully

Of knowing

the inspiration of flight,

curved by gravity’s pull,

lifted by ether

to trace its path into the bucket.

What of the man, sitting in the shade of my apple tree?

He lifts his gaze to the empty sky,

Catching a glimpse of the feather making its dance,

And wonders.

The pig sniffs the feather,

turns away.

A thump is heard, branches rattling.

The man pats his head,

his stomach rumbling,

meanders into the house.

Uncertain.

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