This Bird Knew

​This bird knew
That nothing is in vain
The claw of the wolverine
The cluster of threads around the grain

That every thought
That every word and act
Clinging to light that is higher
Than light, to being beyond the name of fact

That it is all alive,
That it is moving and that
It is good, that it makes
The red more red, the scent at

Harvest season more crackly
Sweet, the sun more kind,
And when this globe is blessed
So too these thoughts inclined

These hairs that embrace
The wheat, so that the charm
Of the entire field to the horizon
Is embraced within an unseen arm.