Thursday, December 16, 2010

A Mouse and a Frog (1)

Photo of frog rescuing a mouse found here
it was shot in the flood waters of a 2006 Indian moonsoon

A mouse and a frog meet every morning on the riverbank.
They sit in a nook of the ground and talk.

Each morning, the second they see each other,
they open easily, telling stories and dreams and secrets,
empty of any fear or suspicious holding-back.

To watch and listen to those two
is to understand how, as it is written,
sometimes when two beings come together,
Christ becomes visible.

The mouse starts laughing out a story he hasn't thought of
in five years, and the telling might take five years.

There is no blocking the speechflow-river-running-
all-carrying momentum that true intimacy is.

Bitterness doesn't have a chance with those two.
The God-messenger Khidr touches a roasted fish.
It leaps off the grill back into the water.

Friend sits by Friend, and the tablets appear.
They read the mysteries off each other's foreheads.

2 comments:

Jane Lancaster said...

This is so me and Pam! She would love that photo. And it describes us perfectly. I love the line, 'bitterness does't stand a chance with those two' ...so true.

Grandmother said...

That frog and mouse are our teachers. I love this poem's description of friendship.