Absolution

Tell me, are you amazed
at the African mud swallow
which builds its tiny nest
on the sides of tall reeds
and to the out-facing bowl
glues its precarious eggs
from which chicks emerge
and instinctively fathom flight
—must fly now, or drown—
and, knowing this to be true,
and unsurprised at the insane
artistry of massed starlings
or the balance of goats
on sheer Libyan cliffs
or the symbiotic relation
of goldenrod and aster,
do you, in your wisdom,
label peacocks narcissists
or pity the mallard hen
who habitually services
the plumed abusive drake?
There are no better angels
of our nature than these.

About Greg Wright

I have worn many hats as a writer and editor over the years. Unlike my scholarly and journalistic work from the "old days" at Hollywood Jesus, Past the Popcorn, or SeaTac Blog, the writing here is of a more overtly personal and spiritual nature. I hope it provokes you as much as it provokes me.
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2 Responses to Absolution

  1. Cindy says:

    love your poem Gregg

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