Birds Nest in Winter Treetop Exposed

by Noble K Thomas - February 2nd, 2009

It must have first come into being
On some random spring day,

A long stubborn process, some instinct being satisfied,

Twig by twig, stick by stick,
A busy beaked bird desiring a temporary home.

This sod bowl tapestry wedged high into the sky.

And then came the fragile white jewels,
Thin-skinned eggs protecting a brewing inner world, until

                     tap – tap – tap – CRACK

Then tweet – tweet – how sweet?
Now off you go and beat those tiny wings!

All through the summer
It stayed hidden in the plush of fluttering green,

And then through autumn,
As the wind hacked away at the dwindling camouflage
Concealing an abandoned artifact.

Now I see your remains
Revealed by time as nature recedes,

And I wonder what else is out there,
Undetected but real all the same.

Still unheard because of all the clatter,
Still unseen because of all the clutter,

Perhaps something wonderful is out there,
Flourishing within quiet solitude,
Patient as the filling moon,

Waiting for our arrival.

Birds nest in winter treetop exposed,

Awaiting not the return of the bird,

But acknowledgement by the seeking man.

Still Now

by Noble K Thomas (February 2010)

It is still now,

This precious moment
Defined by comprehension
Of our conscious existence,

Of this abundant light
And unlimited air.

Praise the random bark of a dog,
The sound of the old train whistle bending down the breeze.
The feel of the sun upon your face,
The sound of your own finite breathing.

O the long quick slide down the thermometer of our life,
From the welcoming yellow to the fertile green and into the deep sky blue,
From the waning orange to the crumpled brown and into that streak of silver,
Then the long sink into the deep sea of eternal black.

The sundial in the garden
Strangled by forgotten vine and hungry weed.

Damn the material riches of this world
That pale to the gift of simply being.

It is still now, you fool,
But it won’t be
Forever.

Blood Rainbow

by Noble K. Thomas

There’s a pot of dung at the end of the blood rainbow,

Evil pot,
Over-flowing pot,

Pot of Man.