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We found a little box

with a speckled bird inside

and fed it bits of food

and water from a dropper,

until the day he asked

for a bigger place.

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And so we placed him lovingly

inside a gilded cage

with trays of seeds

and a wooden perch

where he could hop about.

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“This is fine for now,” he said,

“but tomorrow

I want something bigger.”

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We quickly built an aviary

with maple trees

and blueberry shrubs

where he could flutter

through the leaves.

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“This is nice for now,” he said.

But after several days he asked

to wing about the house,

and finally out the window.

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We watched him fly

through forests and valleys,

and finally up into the sky

between the stars, and out

beyond the Milky Way.

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A year went by

and one day he returned,

asking for his little box.

He snuggled down to rest, and said,

“This will do just fine –

for I can see forever

from here now.”

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© 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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Poem is from a dream I had last April. 

The image is a partial of a print my late parents had – artist unknown. (Update – the artist is Jill Fogelsong.)  The sun just happened to be shining through the window in a certain way, giving it a rainbow effect — which caught my eye. I wasn’t planning to post an image with this poem, but it presented itself just in time. Funny how things work out….

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When the sun

and all three moons

have set

into the purple sea

it is the rarest dark of nights

and time to climb

the promontory

to her telescope.

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She aims it through

the far-flung stars

always drawn to one

on the edges of the galaxy –

a small, twinkling sun

much like her own.

Perhaps it also holds a brood

of planets in its warmth

and maybe there

another set of eyes

is looking back.

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The others scoff

and scold her,

“Are we not

the only children

of the Great Divine?

Are we not

the epitome of creation?”

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She knows the gods

are not so small

and impotent,

and soon she’ll find

another fertile world.

Shaking her head at arrogance

she polishes the lens.

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© 2014, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright

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(re-posted from 2014 – revised)

 

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On another planet

orbiting a different star

in a distant galaxy

on the edges of the universe

I wonder

what time it is.

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(c) 2011, 2016  Betty Hayes Albright

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Washing dishes,

longing out the window

at trees

when suddenly the ends

of the universe touch

like the tips of white wings

and I’m there at that center

where nothing exists

but a soapy plate

and the clear hot water

rinsing it clean.  

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©  2012, 2015  Betty Hayes Albright 

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(re-posted from 2012)

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In a great heat

Mother/Father

stir the nothingness

into boundless waves

to seed the multiverse:

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Octave after octave

of radiance and light –

seven times seventy

explodes through the emptiness

with stars, planets, moons.

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Life-forms rise and fall

across the infinitude,

and here and there

some find the path

to their effulgent source.

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And those few tell their truth

in parable and allegory

hoping to teach others —

but most misunderstand

and instead create gods

forged in their own images.

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Yet now and then

a smoldering ember

bursts into white flame

and Mother/Father smiles

as another shimmering soul

spirals home.

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© 2014, 2020 Betty Hayes Albright

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(A tribute to the poets)

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Our poems crisscross the world

intersecting

in a matrix of sharp points

or perhaps a gentle filigree,

the sun

winking through trees.

Our name is Passion

as the oceans pitch

and wail

and lightning splits

the sky.

When the earth shakes

beneath our feet

we shout to the universe

until our words scatter

like the stars

for everyone to see.

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© 2014 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.

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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.

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(c) 2004, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright

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Washing dishes,

longing out the window

at trees

when suddenly the ends

of the universe touch

like the tips of white wings

and I’m there at that center

where nothing exists

but a soapy plate

and the clear hot water

rinsing it clean.  

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©  2012 Betty Hayes Albright 

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We carve our words,

our paintings, sculptures,

music, dance

into the walls

of space and time

knowing one day

all will crumble down.

Even earth

will be consumed

by an aging sun someday.

But Cosmos gathers each creation,

weaves it into infinite Mind.

No thing is lost

except the empty shadow –

nothing really disappears,

not even love.

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© 2012  Betty Hayes Albright 

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Photo is of “The Little Mermaid” statue in Copenhagen, Denmark

photographer unknown (photo found on Microsoft clip art site)

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On another planetHourglass

orbiting a different star

in a distant galaxy

on the edges of the universe

I wonder

what time it is.

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(c) 2011, 2016  Betty Hayes Albright

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