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.