Extending, reaching, staying attentive, breathing…Virabhadrasana I, warrior I, calls on a person, as does the poem “Credo,” to take a position. The poem is from The Fortunate Islands by Susan Kelly-DeWitt.
in the way a bee enters a Rose
of Sharon with its whole gold dollop
of a body, expecting to back out
again, into the dry daylight,
expecting to return
home to the hive of the busy
and living, loaded with the stuff
in the night-crazed
boats of the crickets, their wavery
flotations of song, more steady
than my heart-
in the deeper grasses
we call love–
in their fevered appetites
their pithy sermons
Pair with: Virabhadrasana I, warrior I
Speak: Look closely at the stanza, “in the deeper grasses/we call love–” and notice how the poem moves into a quieter tone there. The poet shifts from a first person singular to first person plural point of view. Allow a spirit of invitation to enter your voice at that point. Listen.
Consider: What is your credo about the natural or non-human world? What do you notice and believe about bees and crickets, about the human family we call us?
Note: Poem used by permission of the author.