"E cantou a cantiga
do Infinito numa capoeira"
Who sang his anthem to Infinity in a chicken coop? Of course,
those who understand the lyrics best, that is, the chickens. They
were my childhood's first experience with insomniacs. Their flat,
intimated the realm of cockamamie and yet, I always sensed a certain
perspicacity on stilts; a staying power. Perhaps in their wakeful
altitudes another pecking order was cracking out. Could it be that
chickens aligned in a roost, like spiteful bureaucrats, were, according
to their heavenly mathematics, becoming seraphim, their third wing gilded
but invisible to us? Adjusting such a wing in eleven dimensions could
account for all that scrawl about, and for the glint of their feathers,
copper at the right time of day. When I stare at them I think there
is more there than meets the eye. There is something admirable, after
all, in the concentration of the chicken-brained, that little vault of
feeding emptiness, where light can scintillate in peace. Perhaps
you have been too preoccupied to notice. You, who can't even read
through a poem without thinking of something else.
Copyright 2001, Molly McGee
Molly McGee works as a medical physicist at the Univeristy of Washington
and has published haiku over the years in Modern Haiku, etc. She
has also composed libretti for a one-act opera and choral works, performed
in the US and Europe.