We spent Easter Sunday in Florida with my mom, donning the festive headpieces she’d made for the occasion and sharing chocolate mousse and apple and berry crumble for dessert. Back home, our pet sitter put Joy Harjo’s “Eagle Poem” into the box, a poem a chosen for a moment when Passover, Ramadan, and Easter coincided. The following weekend a friend shared this strange and charming David Young poem and I immediately prepared it for posting.
Birds and birds. Playfulness and holiness. Happy Spring to you.
“To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear;”
