Lesson

Someone far away speaks something
Clutching the eagle-taloned lectern
Bird of prey perched upon ball of earth
Ministering to us down here
Looking down
My hands clasped with thumbs twirling
I hear a part of some lesson for the day
How to be and what we will become
Let us pray
Amen
I look up and my mother smiles at me
Speaks here and then to my ears
My eyes turned skyward to see her
And all the stars we will become