If I be anyone in this life
let me be a messenger
let me write beauty on the sky
let me write a love letter
so wide and deep and long
that it turns day to night
forcing men and women to look up.
Let me remind of what is great
and what is small
and if my being is not enough,
if my death is the only reminder
of man' power to exhaust life
Let me die; let this love letter
exist in memory, born of experience
note: written during a month's witness with passenger pigeon September 2014. September 1st 2014 was the 100th year anniversary of Martha's death. Martha, the last known living passenger pigeon, was born and raised and died in captivity. Hardly a passenger pigeon at all. And still beautifully alive in her own way. RIP Martha.
*Passenger's Prayer continues posting poems written as part of the 2014 - 2015 monthly revolving witness at Extinction Witness while I'm editing a six-year collection.
Denise Monaghan's painting 'Martha's Groom' is shared with artist's permission.
New daily poems resume once the collection goes to the publisher.