The woodpecker
taunts,
disquieting richer silence.
Beaked hyena-laughter
cuts through peaceful air.
“Look at me! Look at me!”
it taps repeatedly.
Annoyed, ignored
it pecks a prouder thunder.
Meditation undisturbed,
barely hearing from within -
I pleat its prattle into song;
part of God’s majestic din.
Written
March 17, 2004
