By Linda Back McKay, Becketwood Member (d. 9/17/2019)
tasting the day
and the river itself.
The light of my lamp, the people
I have held in my arms,
the ones yet to hold.
All the old ones embraced by the earth
and young ones entranced by the sky,
any moment of justice.
One dog with soulful eyes,
all listeners and thinkers,
teachers and keepers.
All workers and doers.
The friendship of books and solitude,
skin and sinew, the struggle of beauty,
the step of a deer.
The cooling of day into dark.
A goldfinch crossing in pure air,
the sky and again