Posts Tagged ‘circle of life’


To my son Arlie, (1972 – May 25, 2017)


Now I understand

the keening wail,

the rocking forwards,


so different

from the lullaby

the cradling

from long ago.

It’s forward, release,



the pain

as it bursts through

a damn

in the solar plexus.


The medics came

from experience

guessing it was a heart attack.

He had keened

his own losses

too many times.

We rock and release,


and release

the keening wail,

the keening wheel

that won’t stop turning

around and around

and around.


(c) 2017  Betty Hayes Albright


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When the veil lifts

we see the bones

of the universe

and it doesn’t matter

the color of an eye,

an unread poem,

a broken thread,

the forgotten name.


And everything matters –

the curve of a smile,

a loaf of bread shared,

the feather of a crow,

each dandelion spared.

What matters is the fingerprint

we leave on the flame

before we’re dowsed with slumber

and it all begins again.


(c) 2004, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright


(a re-post)


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When we raised our heads

the sky broke apart

and we saw God.

We stood on stilts

and remembered our names.

But then we saw gashes

in the garden below

and heel marks

from heavy boots.

We saw wolves and bears

pacing around us

watching our eyes

and we threw off our stilts

and danced around the fire

till Gaia was smooth and warm.

And in the circle of creatures

we remembered their names.


(c)  1995,  2017  Betty Hayes Albright


So, in Alaska it’s okay once again to murder wolves in their dens (even when they have pups), and to shoot bears from helicopters.


I’m re-posting this old poem again, in protest of a recent decision by our new “leader”, and wondering what will be next. Backwards we go…..

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Hawk circles above

prey is just one swoop away

Gaia gives and takes.


(c) 2014  Betty Hayes Albright

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