The Fifth Annual Poetry Festival in Belfast, Maine

Hermit Thrush

am I sending

am I receiving

earth tunes tinkle

or really lighted

two tiny teeth

for all we know

could be lounging

eat my peanuts

wind in leaves

or in needles

come for shelter

insects are bright

did you notice

what has happened

now farther

or earlier

do not put

politics aside

in the silence

your voice is heard

practice the deep

clean listening

he chirps delight

sculpting the spaces

let me stay put

I might face this

studied insightful

debating places

flowering lichen

contingencies stay

around for awhile

why travel when

you can travel

star shaped flower

abundant reminder

dangerous delight

forces of blindness

places where speech

brightens the dark

too much feeling

or not enough

hummingbird feeder

or what you will

Jonathan Skinner

Bowdoinham, Maine

the woods are still as death

every leaf that has fallen settled

as if it will never move again

not a breath of wind stirs

the copper colored floor

and dark hemlock boughs

stir without asking

through thick, gray silence

today they said the cancer

has spread again

the entire spine decaying

and I imagine the x-ray

the one they saw together

to look like the first fallen

snowflakes on wet black

rock in late November

a bird calls once, the stillness

broken like a stone through glass

and then again, and you think

you can not bear what follows

the emptiness of quiet

Helen S. M. Tirone