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I like this. 2009/5/18 sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> > I've taken to talking to the animals. They listen as though interested, the > squirrels > bright-eyed, the dogs with their heads cocked, the kitten attentive and > questioning. > The crows talk back, their husky caws, counting along with me. Cat puts her > paw > to my breast, purrs in reply. I tell them > > my dreams, how the sky opens up for me, takes me in like a lost child. The > stars > step back, make room for me. I fly, untethered, unbound. I tell them all > I've lost, > besides myself. I ask: what am I supposed to do? They laugh their booming > laughter. They tell me > > there is no 'supposed to', there only 'is'. There is only what I am doing > this moment, > sitting at a machine, asking it to translate my human self. The ground > opens > up > for me, takes me in like a found child. I take from it that lightning, that > darkness > that explodes inside. It tells me > > who I am, what I am, this standing-up animal of self. I lift my ears, I > cock > my head, > I caw and growl and lift my hand to my own breast, here, my-self, in here, > some- > where. It opens up for me, takes me in like its own child. What am I > supposed to do? > Open up. Open up. > -- David Bircumshaw "Nothing can be done in the face of ordinary unhappiness" - PP Website and A Chide's Alphabet http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk