Last week, we gathered around a table in the education room inside CRCF, a group melding women new to us and old-timers. As always, some hesitation hovered around the room alongside confidence and assurance among the more seasoned. And the occasional reluctance to share something particularly deep and disturbing lay silent among us.
We opened the circle with “Sixty Years Later, I Notice, Inside a Flock of Blackbirds” by David Allan Evans. This poem provides a new metaphor for the way light shows through flying birds, and prompted the creation of an entire flock of new metaphors – for flight, for light. The underlying theme of gratitude infused all the writing with grace and compassion, so that a poem created from the shared lines created its own powerful metaphor for resilience, gratitude and hope.
AN IMAGE OF BIRDS*
Birds know how to be a group
grateful to be alive
spacing while undulating
mindful of daily actions,
things that fly through the mind.
Everything indispensable my mother taught me
a tremendous gift I will never forget —
they taught me to be strong
grateful for the small things,
friends to turn to, who care.
After raising the blinds,
I feel their presence.
A gathering lifts,
hovers; see the universe change
all threads in the same quilt,
the air stirred by holding birds.
Not just one time – impossible.
I am grateful for change,
for the things I have,
for the passage of hope
silent before liftoff.
swb created from lines shared at 11/5/14 mentor/mentee writing group inside CRCF