He was pinned to himself to die, a royal tern with a black crest blown back as if he flew in his own private wind…. We borrowed a clippers, cut and drew out the hook. Then the royal tern took off, wavering, lurched twice, then acrobat returned to his element, dipped, zoomed, and sailed out to dive for a fish. Virtue: what a sunrise in the belly. Marge Piercy “Gracious Goodness”
I hadn’t been to the little dock at Echo Lake in two weeks and I eagerly anticipated seeing the ducks and Great Blue Heron, my long time friend. Perhaps a few cormorants as well. Imagine my disappointment upon arrival, seeing that the reeds and spindly cottonwoods had taken over my view of the lake. For a few futile minutes I yelled inwardly at the park department for not maintaining this little spot that gives such great joy to so many of us.
Then my ear caught that familiar flapping of tiny hummingbird wings and I watched one after another drink from the blooms of a tree that blocked my view of the lake. One bright red dragon fly hovered at an apparently fecund tree stump, while a two inch zebra-stripped one landed on the railing beside me. Another smaller dragonfly, the color of my blue shirt, landed on my arm seeking a like-minded creature, perhaps. My favorite red-winged blackbirds were sadly silent, avoiding the midday sun rather than serenading me with the song I love so much.
“Virtue: What a sunrise in the belly.” See divinity where it is, not where we want it to be.
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Sounds like good advice! Thanks.
thank you for this post–Sunrise in the belly–love this, an image I will carry with me.
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