August 26, 2015

©Kathleen Moors

©Kathleen Moors

All of these years later,
there are times when
my grandfather
comes to mind.
He would have waded in.
He would have ended this gentle bird’s life,

Instead, I watched, crying,
from some distance away.

I honour this one life.
I won’t forget it.

All spring and summer,
I have stood alone in the tall grass,
watching birds.
They have given me such pleasure
in their vulnerability and in their struggle.

I bow my head.
I am silent.

For those who say, “There are human beings dying all around you!”

That enormous truth does not take away the sadness in this moment.


©Kathleen Moors