You cannot help the exclamation.
When's the last time you thought
you knew more than the birds?
Whatever the answer, it's history ancient
compared to what just happened.
Watching a redbird sitting at the feeder
you noticed: Seeds in, droppings out,
three ecologies in concert:
Ingestion
Digestion
Elimination
You have to wonder,
could the trinity
account for That Face
so full of delight and surprise
at the same time and the same place?
(Maybe it was indigestion.)
What goes around, comes around, or with the redbird literal,
what goes in someplace, comes out someplace else,
always and necessarily in unlike form.
No exception to that rule for the colon's work precise
is to reform and transform what goes in, into what comes out,
which (among other things) makes biology so basic.
Still, can you see what this says about matters of spirit,
about love and hate, peace and violence, you and You?
If you reap what You sow, You get what you give.
Tell of a land where all hatred ceases,
no violence dwells and nothing moves
or casts a shadow, not even a form.
At land's end all may know one original face.
