Other Lives

by Christine Sine

by Talitha Fraser

picture from Pixabay.com. by Nadeem Ahmed (click photo for original.)

A pigeon and I shared morning tea,

Coconut rough and brine of the sea

Our feet rest on yellowed moss over stony cement

I think he talked, or perhaps I dreamt

“see these clouds, this sky, the fountain,

The roads, the houses and there a mountain

…these are connected but you cannot see

These must co-exist in harmony

You affect I and I affect you

In the ways that we go and the things that we do

Some have plenty and some not a lot,

It seems that we ought to share what we’ve got

It is as clear as the water, firm as the ground

Certain as sunrise, at least, I have found.””But pigeon,” I ask, “”What can we do?”

“Next time,” he answered, “You might buy two.”

This post is part of our reflections on the season of Epiphany.

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