Today is National “Carry A Poem In Your Pocket” Day. Below is the poem I’m carrying in honor of Leonard “Red” Bird.
by Leonard Bird
When guilt begins to rip apart my soul
for ignoring entropy, my science whispers:
The time the wind took to hone one red stone
is no more than one beat of a raven’s wing
carved on the carousel of the galaxy.
Then I lie back in the grass and smile at
drifting clouds, as they slowly change
from warring giants to meandering dreams.
(From River of Lost Souls, 1977, Tooth of Time Press, Guadalupita, New Mexico.)