Watching the dawn light as it begins to filter
through the tall pines, our canary launches
into a series of brilliant whistles and trills
for the sheer joy, the ecstasy of it —
to be alive, to witness the great god of light
illuminating all that once was dark and hidden.
Really, there is no metaphor or simile here,
no memory or even hope. All of that is just
added after the fact, but for us now, there is
simply light, and with it, lovely bird song.
You rise to tend the fire, the dog is curled nearby.
It doesn’t matter that today is named the first day
of a new year. It doesn’t matter that the humans
are always preparing somewhere for the next war.
There is a heart secret that you and I share. It is
something which has always been true, even though
there is only dreaming, and truth itself is a child’s
soap bubble drifting on an impersonal breeze.
We need not speak to say it, our silence expands
more and more each day. It’s become a vast embrace
which harbors everything that appears and vanishes.
You showed me this, you teach me to be kind.
We have one thought: peace. If love had a purpose
or destination, that would be it. There is nothing
anywhere that can compare, no other viable option,
but still, that is not our secret. There is more.
When we turn our single gaze towards each other,
when we reach out and touch, we make an offering
to the whole world. Then they will all know our secret.
Then they’ll be like our canary, they will go to war no more.