Karen's Birthday Poem

on seas of sacred tears

The coyotes are howling
As the moon grows
Slowly back to full.

Seminarians, too,
Hurry back
From home to
School, finals looming on the horizon.

Dark sky
White chunk
Of moon spiraled
by twinkling stars . . .


Why does all creation
Seem to do this
Crazy dance?

Back and forth,
Round and round,
Over mountains,
Across deserts . . .

It is as if we are
Driven, no, made
no, created to do so
By a power far beyond ourselves--

--we cannot stop it.
It is our DNA,
To be ourselves,
We cannot out run
A circle, or a double helix.


Tonight there was a ritual
in the dorm.
Sacredness
Of space, and time, and friendship

To celebrate all,
But especially you.
Especially life.

And the Spirit
That forever binds
Us, one to another.

(c) 2007 Kelli Parrish Lucas