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Beckleigh -for Lenny

He heard the crows, 



There was for him, 

always, uncertainty in the cawing, 

an uncertainty he couldn’t hear,

though he tried for most of his life. 

There was brotherhood, yes, brotherhood— 

an association-brotherhood, a knowing, an approval, 

with only one man to answer—himself.

If he could be the man with the answer,

he would really know the crow-uncertainty-language, 

then his own, yet unknown need for approval would be released.

He thought, Oh, to be in the crow’s nest at feeding time. 

Magnanimous tutors all, crows, Kafka-ing their way through life, 

with K their jackdaw father— great approval there.

He thought, Don’t wait for that one. 

He wondered if he’d been under a spell,

the crow-uncertainty-language-spell 

of Beckleigh, beeches, bluegills, 

shrubs and lightning bugs that sang their own cawing-choruses 

in waxed paper covered mayonnaise jars. 

Beckleigh, where he and neighbor children

called out from tree-castles,

from every named and friendly bush, 

and in mimetic blessedness 

that flowed from every child’s heart, 

cast their primal caw, caw, caw in tones that pleased the earth itself. 

Each step they made, each caw that came 

pledged allegiance to some truth, 

with approval from below shooting up their legs, 

and wind and sun sweeping it into their nostrils. 

Dedication and commitment never fell out of season. 

One day after years took hold of 

Beckleigh, beeches, crows and caws 

he heard the distant cry of uncertainty,

like Echo, throwing her voice across the chambers of his heart. 

He sensed an essence, perhaps love itself—he paused; 



caw, caw, caw. 

Oh, to be in the crow’s nest at feeding time.

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  1. Date: 9/29/2009 6:37:00 AM
    I enjoyed reading your wonderful poem today. Please continue writing and sharing with us Orma. It has been awhile since I seen a post from you. Always a pleasure to read. Love, Carol