Autumn Blessing for the Fox, 2017
To create is to live twice
I’ve stood beneath the wide bough of a majestic tree
and listened to birds singing without knowing the names
of species, the notes their delicate throats reach
on some scale charted only by space, measured by the distance
between stars. Have you stayed awake through a long night,
watched the uncountable shimmer of the sky, the few famous lights
that we can name—Polaris, Arcturus, maybe a few more?
Sometimes we listen to those birds, glance at the night sky
and do not fully marvel at the immense glory of that gathering,
the soft pardon singing gives us from the constantly ticking minutes.
Plumage is a word spoken to describe the superfluous.
Some say this of dance and music, of poetry, of the deep human spark
that is art. Consider the leaves of Manito bursting into red and gold,
the flame of fall announcing they will soon drop to the damp earth.
Each leaf does this once and is forever gone. And yet:
here, around us, we see the gift of rebirth, the restoration of shimmering light,
the miracle of a ceiling filled with stars. I will no longer say that a flower
blooms only once, that a fallen tree cannot find a new beginning,
that the leaf dropping in slow circles may never shimmer again.
Here, around us, the earth, a tree filled with wondrous song,
And—may it always be—a canopy above brilliant with stars.
Written by Tod Marshall, Washington State Poet Laureate, for the tenth anniversary of the restoration of Spokane’s Fox Theater. The Washington State Poet Laureate program is sponsored by Humanities Washington and the Washington State Arts Commission/ArtsWA. More at wapoetlaureate.org.