Sermons of Crows
They try to systematize this earth,
these stars, our moon,
Wrap it up in a tight cocoon
of logic and reason.
They ask me to
Have faith in
Senses, and to trust numbers.
“A is A” they say, and they actually
keep a straight face.
But I have always known to laugh.
As a boy, I’d skip school and let them
count and measure space.
I’d lilt to the creek and lay there
under a tree
Listening to the sermons of crows.