Before Cooper = BC
After Cooper = AC
BC
Did I hear, did I see, the same three crows
greet me each day?
And name them?
Did I notice rust-chested Robins popping around the ground,
kind, and curious birds
Did I see them everywhere?
Did Cardinals,
little red souls
sit at the backdoor
and chirp?
Did I discern the Cardinal song and cadence
BC?
BC
Did I understand elephant grief over elephant bones
Orca grief in their ocean homes?
Orangutang grief
Rust-chested mothers
Crying
Human-like tears?
Did this break me
BC?
BC
A butterfly was a butterfly
and a dragonfly was, a dragonfly
Now?
Angels? Messengers? Healers
Of wingless souls
AC
Crows, and cardinals, and robins
butterflies and dragonflies
Are whispers
from the other side- el otro lado
Little echoes that forgot to bounce off the spiritual wall
made it through
I hear them
in my being
I smile, for a nano
second
these fragile
silent
echos
the whisperers
that sneak through
to my side
from el otro lado
catch my breath
up
past my heart
I pause
inhale
my
life
BC
and
AC
exhale slowly
for a nano
second
I smile
I smile I smile I smile
Note to reader: I don’t really write poetry, but I am beginning to experiment. I don’t know much about it- poetry- I am just flowing.
Endure 