Eric Cockrell


Moth And Eagle... - Poem by Eric Cockrell

i follow the scent
of old dogs and stray cats,
for they already know.
i walk the fine thread
of the spider's web,
awed by awareness.
i hear the howl of the moon,
speak the language of the wind.
i understand that stars care not for names.
i sleep inside the sleepless palm
of darkness becoming light.
who am i? i shout, 'nobody'...
overcome with relief!
one moment cup, the next moment water,
formless taking forms....
filling the need, both inhaled and exhaled,
as much a moth as an eagle!


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  • Anita Sehgal (8/22/2012 7:46:00 AM)


    one moment cup, the next moment water,
    formless taking forms....
    filling the need, both inhaled and exhaled,
    as much a moth as an eagle! well expressed... very beautiful! !
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 22, 2012



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