On Humility

On Humility: To a Squirrel in the Ivy Tree

Close to the black bole
sit, and catlike hiss
at sparrows, scold
a bold blue jay.
Climb high--
though branches sway,
your foothold never misses;
to your eye
the ends of boughs
are pathways, firm as houses,
built to stroll.

Proximity to sky
should keep you humble, though;
remember, all your kind
are sure of foot; with similar speed
(at will, as in elusive flight)
the multitudes proceed,
and, unafraid of letting go,
through high noon light
all dance the insubstantial air.
Leap, dash--but be aware
some squirrels really fly.

By JRC, June 24, 2001