Prayer In April
For Millie and Orrin
can there still be any doubt when just this morning,
as we clamored off to school,
the driveway, the bird--
startled baby bird...
was so frightened he'd lost his voice;
little feather head became more yellow
three took turns holding him.
complicity of our awe
what strikes me now
I hope I'll always remember it:
we dropped to our knees,
we took turns cradling him;
the moment that he flew
lost our voices, too.
-- Lisa Starr
Submitted by Virginia Watkins, Director of the Center for Writing and Critical Thinking
"I love, love, love the 'complicity of our awe' and, with the narrator,
hope to never forget it. It reminds me of the fleeting nature of things,
the ways in which the things we think of as always can suddenly change."