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.


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' true.

Grandmother said...

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