The Hoopoe’s Call
I will carry you on my back, wrapped in a dream.The Hoopoe’s Call(Harken!)He heard a call from the branches of a treeSomewhere in the woods along the path he walked,Stick in hand to steady his stepsLike a shepherd’s staff.But where?He looked around to seeWho or what had made that call,Almost child-like, but not quite.(Come!)It called again.He squinted his eyes toward the dappling shadowsThe trees made with their leaves and branches,Searching tree by tree for something...