Rediscovered from 2 years ago

More Memories of When We Were Birds

Your voice came through clearer than the rest
as if I were held in the palm of your hand

Which I imagined cupped like an oar to pull
through the water when you swim. You asked me

About the memory of when we were birds
and my answer was cloudy as shore-broke seawater.

You proposed a better answer in five words
than I did in 500 – Are you dreaming of flying?

So the answer came to me the next day –
we birds and men perch on separate branches –

Birds are living dinosaurs and women and men
are the tiny creatures scurrying beneath them.

We all trace back to fish, and our wings and arms
are built of the bones of their paired fins.

And so we swim, and so we fly, through the chaotic
and irregular changes we call turbulent flow

And we wake to the love songs of migratory birds
that fly back into our heart lands every spring.

As Horace Lamb, author of a noted textbook
on hydrodynamics was quoted as saying in a speech

To the British Association for the Advancement of Science,
I am an old man now, and when I die and go to heaven

There are two matters on which I hope for enlightenment.
One is quantum electrodynamics, and the other is

The turbulent motion of fluids. And about the former
I am rather optimistic.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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2 Responses to Rediscovered from 2 years ago

  1. Melissa Shaw-Smith says:

    Really enjoyed this! THanks for sharing it. Best, Melissa

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