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06/21/12 - (4)
Three Common Loons, Two of Us, One Universe
This morning, a miraculous manifestation of natural glory Gradually materializes in my early-waking consciousness, Speaking to me, with a divinity only known to deities.
And I watch this blessing unfold, just beyond our windows, Until, in a spell of euphoria, emotional overflow, I'm compelled to awaken my serenely slumbering lover,
Who rises to my gentle, urgent beckoning, unquestioningly, Certain that I'm leading her to an exultation. Hand in my hand, she follows, floating, in naked curiosity,
To where, through these four-foot-tall rectangles of glass, We watch a male common loon and its mate Foraging for vegetation on the shallow lake floor, by our dock,
Focusing incredibly close attention on their lone baby chick, Feeding it, thick pointed black bills to tiny bill, Occasionally hooting softly, not, for a second, letting it stray.
I tell her this is one of nature's most precious ecstasies; People rarely see these reclusive beings being themselves — "Our memories of these moments will be morning's gift to us."
For the next quarter hour, gazing out, in silent undress, We stand caressing, embracing, Pressing our flesh together as close as human beings can,
Approximating the intimacy of this loon family, The interbeing binding these three creatures to the universe And us to it, through their oneness with us, ours with them.
06/21/12 - (4)
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